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A pair of unfathomable, blue eyes contrasted exceptionally with his fair face and the festive red tone of the robe, stared deeply ahead on the boats carrying couples across the wide lake. Like the countless colourful ripples on the surface of the lake, his gaze were soul stirring, causing anyone to be lost in its spell.
The man's right hand was placed behind his back clenched into a fist and on his left which was covered under the broad sleeves was a familiar simple silver hairpin, devoid of any design.
After five minutes, there was a sound of fine footsteps behind him. It was faint yet every soft tap made his heart palpitate into chaotic rhythm, followed by the familiar voice.
Chunhua let the long brocade skirt down. Because of it, she had difficulty walking and had to gather the hem on her arms. The sect uniform is still the best.
