C551 Poisonous

The door swung open, and there was Ann Chuxia, waiting inside. Gone was the glamorous sheen of the stage; she was simply dressed in a plain white dress, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, her face adorned with a touch of light makeup. Yet, even with this understated look, Ann Chuxia's beauty was still striking, now accompanied by a newfound approachability.

"You've arrived," she said