If you were to ask the crowd below, the fascinating expressions were etched on each face. Not to mention men, Mengdie's arrival made many girls stare, eyes wide with rapture—could there be someone this beautiful in the world?
In fact, when shock reached a certain level, uproar seemed out of place, proving the saying was no idle talk—at least for now, the atmosphere was devoid of any noise, as the crowd was deeply stunned by the spectacular beauty before them.
Observing her, you'd see a gaze serene, a demeanor elegant. In her melancholy eyes, it was as if autumn water rippled. She possessed a temperament both modest and implicit, sweet yet subtly graceful; coy, yet not without cleverness. Her perfect features, under the veil, appeared even more enigmatic and hazy, radiating an aura full of mythical charm. Like flowers amidst the fog, the moon mirrored in the water, her appearance was fleeting yet flawless in its perfection.
