Luo'er ascended the creaky stairs to the second floor. The room before him had its door slightly ajar, soft candlelight seeping through from inside.
As Luo'er pushed the door open, his eyes met with another woman cloaked and hooded, but differing from the woman downstairs. This woman was young, the gentle candlelight casting an enchanting halo on her fair face. Her eyes were bright and captivating, their beauty touched with craftiness and cunning.
On seeing Luo'er, the woman reached up and lifted her hood, revealing a cascade of silky flaxen hair. Her head was not adorned with many decorations, only a delicate blue butterfly hair clip rested on her forehead, adding an alluring touch to her beauty.
However, Luo'er was not a man to be easily swayed by beauty. He smiled gently at the woman before him, and began, "I wonder why Princess Melia has invited me to this dilapidated inn."
"It seems you already suspect it's me," Melia responded with a charming smile.
