C2275 The Daily Life of the Elf Girl

Anno sat behind the counter, one hand propping up her chin while the other absentmindedly twirled a lock of hair that fell to her chest. Her golden locks shimmered like satin, the tips catching the light from the raw spar lamps and reflecting a silvery white sheen. She glanced at the dual-toned strands but didn't dwell on it. Lo Chuan and Ziyan had noticed it before and shown concern