"Hello, my name is Shen Xinyue. I'm twenty-one today, a little older than you."
Outside the Sentinel Station, inside a parked special operations vehicle, a young and beautiful woman reached out her hand to Shen Mochen.
"Hello, Shen Mochen." Shen Mochen slightly glanced at her. Her attire was simple, a red coat on the outside.
Maybe this coat was worth something, but at least on the surface, it appeared quite ordinary. Even in a crowd, it wouldn't stand out... of course, that's speaking of the attire only.
With Shen Xinyue's appearance, it was hard to truly blend into the masses. Even though Shen Mochen was accustomed to seeing all kinds of top beauties, he had to admit she had extraordinarily remarkable looks.
Her beauty held a hint of charm, her hair elegantly and fashionably styled in side-parted waves. Especially her eyes, as if kissed by the Creator—particularly bright and spirited, like mountain streams, yet also deeply affectionate.
