In the sky of the Western Starfield, the flower that was reflected in Xu Qing's eyes seemed to have taken root in nothingness. As it swayed, a chilling wind, reminiscent of weeping, could be faintly heard.
It was eerie and unsettling.
Its stem twisted like a serpent, covered with sharp, glimmering thorns that cast a mysterious and terrifying aura over everything around it, as if its malevolent presence could be felt even in the darkness.
The leaves were narrow and deep purple, with edges jagged as if scorched by flames, marked by dark veins that seemed to flow from the abyss.
The flower itself was even more unnerving—its petals were a deep crimson with blackened edges, resembling a bloom straight from the underworld.
Twelve petals adorned the flower, each one bearing the face of an extraordinarily beautiful woman.
Some smiled, some wept, some teased, and others scowled…
Each one was an exquisite beauty, almost otherworldly.
