The eyes are the windows to the soul. Her eyes, akin to an autumnal watery scene, were pure beyond comprehension. Long fluttering eyelashes bestowed upon her an air of bashful innocence. A straight and handsome nose above the rosy and moist lips, framed by white teeth that sparkled like pearls.
The maiden's figure was reminiscent of a willowy figure sculpted of jade, delicate yet firm. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it perfect. With hair as black as ink, falling naturally to her waist, she radiated beauty, like a painting of a fairy coming to life.
The maiden could be said to have reached the epitome of charm and elegance, with a demeanor transcending the mundane. She was curiously eyeing Xiao Chen. As her long lashes fluttered, her big, round eyes twinkled, radiating pure and ethereal flashes of brilliance.
