Among the men depicted, there was an armored general, a scholar in wide sleeves and tall crown, a scholar with his hair bundled up in a blue cloth, a man from the Qing dynasty with a long braid, men in robes, men in Sun Yat-sen suits, and even figures sporting modern looks in sportswear and jeans.
These men all shared something in common. They were scattered around the lady in white, their gazes fixed on her with awe and admiration, resembling stars forming a halo around the moon.
"If the beauty in this painting were real..."
Probably every man gazing at this painting would share the same thought. Then, they'd easily fall under her spell, and over time, they became insignificant background figures in the painting, forever accompanying the breathtaking beauty.
A chill crept up on Qin Sisi and Ning Hao. The painting seemed to have existed for a very long time. Its harm was unheard of - it lowered one's guard seamlessly.
