Lightning flashes, the wind howls, like a terrifying ghost emerging from its grave.,The person behind me slept peacefully, the car lights were dim, but her complexion was as white as jade, with a rosy tinge on her lips, tempting to be captured. The mole beneath her eye, a black teardrop, was irresistible.,"Your father, in order to secure funds for the family, has betrothed you, young miss, to our Ninth Master." Huang Chen laughed, his eyes seeming to hold a hint of sympathy.。