Clad in a sky-blue chiffon dress with a grand skirt as graceful as a dancer's, she was the perfect elf-like being... Her long hair lay disheveled yet elegantly across her chest, her face adorned by a faint smile, and a profound depth in those beautiful peach blossom eyes, as if they held stories unique to her.
Accompanying her was Qin Yu, the eldest son of the Qin Family, exceedingly handsome, peerless; and yet, even such a man, standing beside Yun Chunxue, somehow seemed to accentuate her presence...
Yun Chunxue was too beautiful, just standing there, exuding a natural fairy-like aura, she outshone everyone in both charisma and temperament!
Perhaps it was experience that gave her an unparalleled sadness, how does that saying go, "Holding an oil-paper umbrella, the lady wrapped in wistful melancholy..."
Yun Chunxue was such a lady with stories and sadness...
Gong Heng let go of Mu Mian's hand, involuntarily moving to Yun Chunxue's side, "You're back, why didn't you look for me."
