She knew that people like him only ever showed their brilliance, always hiding their sadness from view.
When she had stood in front of the crystal she could see no way forward, but as she stepped back, she retreated into the crystal beauty's embrace. She must have touched something for the crystal beauty's arm suddenly began to move and the crystal wall silently slid open.
When Feng Zhiwei turned back to examine the crystal statue, the beauty's posture had changed, with her arms hugging herself and her beautiful head tilted slightly upwards, adding a degree of seduction.
Feng Zhiwei paused for a moment in surprise, unable to ward off the feeling that the new posture was ever so slightly creepy and dirty. Even though the crystal beauty was only a statue its mien was still one of elegance and nobility, and this new stance seemed to sully that aura.
