"My Lord, why is your hair white?" Xing Juan asked in shock.
"My Lord, your eyes..." Mo Da exclaimed, equally stunned.
They had been too preoccupied to focus on their reunions with her, failing to properly inspect her until now. Upon seeing her long, beautiful white hair that resembled pure snow in winter, along with her unusual two-colored eyes, they were left utterly speechless.
"This is my true appearance," Shenlian Yingyue explained to them. As she walked into the palace, she surveyed the furniture and architectural design within, her heart heavy with emotion.
She sat down, taking the teacup from Xiang Ju's hand and sipping the tea slowly. Her long butterfly eyelashes concealed the feelings brimming in her eyes.
"My Lord, please be honest with us," Mo Da urged, taking a deep breath. He couldn't divert his gaze from her face, as if everything else in the world had lost its significance compared to her presence.
