"Isn't that Hazel? What's she doing here?" Everyone looked at Hazel in surprise. In their impression, Hazel was always cold and aloof, rarely appearing in such mixed crowds. She had a fresh, otherworldly beauty, like a lotus flower unstained by mud. If not for catching Alden's eye, with her exceptional looks and temperament, she might have long been reduced to a plaything for some powerful figure.
Hazel casually found a seat, ordered a glass of red wine, and took a delicate sip. Her movements were elegant and composed, as if the strange looks from those around her had nothing to do with her. The wine passing over her red lips added an extra touch of allure.
Cyrus sat down right next to Hazel, even wrapping his arm around her slender waist. His bold and abrupt action instantly drew even m
