Qi Qingyao and Jiang Yeqian were en route to the Jiuli River together. Jiang Yeqian eyed the woman next to him, trying to act casual about it. The house was too dark before, and so everything was shadowy and hard to see. Now, under the morning sunlight, he could see her much clearer.
She appeared to be around the age of eighteen, with pale skin as delicate as porcelain. Her eyelashes were like little fans, and her eyes, half-closed, were fogged with a touch of careless indifference. Under the thin fog, she seemed to light up. The sun shone on her face, accentuating her seductive beauty. Though beautiful, she was also sharp in a way that could not be concealed, a hint of jade-like coldness.
