Just as Cheng Liunian turned around, a pleasant and gentle voice came from behind him.
"Qing Luan, that person does look quite similar to the Princely Heir, why not let her follow us back to the Capital City to meet the Princely Heir?"
Upon hearing someone speaking up for himself, Cheng Liunian immediately turned his head to look.
He saw the rain threads like snakes, crisscrossing the sky, and behind Qing Luan, the breathtakingly beautiful woman he had been ignoring, who was veiled in white gauze, slowly walked out.
Standing alone in the world.
Her beauty contrasted sharply with the surrounding world, as if she were a lotus in this rainstorm.
In Cheng Liunian's eyes, the woman's features were like lotus petals washed by morning dew, radiantly charming and fair as jade.
Her eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, clear and transparent; her high nose added a unique sense of dimension to her beauty.
