If one were to say that Lu Sirong was a poised and elegant young lady of a prestigious family,
then Lu Fengxuan, dressed in a gradient Starry Sky Dress, looked more like a celestial maiden from the Moon Palace who had stepped onto the mortal world, her beauty more captivating and soul-stirring.
On her, the qualities of cool detachment and ethereal spirit perfectly melded.
At the same time, she revealed a hint of youthful cunning and playfulness, which was endearing to behold.
Even attending a banquet for the first time, her demeanor was graceful and measured, her smiles and frowns vividly enchanting.
In terms of temperament, she was by no means inferior, and speaking of looks,
Lu Sirong's exquisite makeup was indeed beautiful, but it was like wearing a mask, pleasant on the surface but missing the charm of the soul.
Beauty sculpted by artifice paled in comparison to a face stunning enough to astonish the heavens; it didn't stand a chance.
