Zhao Rong couldn't help but be captivated by the woman in the Confucian robe approaching him.
In the solemn and dignified Academy, her sudden appearance was like a radiant landscape in motion.
The love of beauty is common to all, and Zhao Rong, of course, would not miss this stunning sight, so he openly scrutinized her.
Unlike the uniform attire of other Academy scholars, this woman wore a moon-white Confucian robe. Although the robe was loose and covered her figure, her stature must have been graceful and slender. Even dressed in the voluminous robe, she exuded an air of flowing elegance with her wide sleeves.
Such a woman seemed to look good in anything.
Zhao Rong's eyes showed his appreciation.
As for the woman's facial features, the first thing he noticed was simply how "beautiful" she was, yet he couldn't specifically describe her beauty.
