This woman was like a bloom of Manjusaka, resplendent and everlasting in its brilliant red, radiant yet ceaseless.
If one were to describe her simply, it would be tall, slender, and breathtakingly beautiful.
She was none other than the Ninth Miss, whose voice was heard before but presence unseen.
Ninth Miss caught Sui Yi's eye, but little did she know, Sui Yi was equally striking in her eyes, impossible to capture with pen and ink, and all Ninth Miss could think of upon seeing her was a piece of jade she once saw as a child.
It was a piece of mutton-fat jade as pale as cream and as cold as ice. Encased in a box of ice, so cold it sizzled, transparent and pure, as if the slightest touch could melt it into a spring of creamy jade, tantalizing to the touch yet bone-chillingly cold.
Ninth Miss snapped out of her daze only after Feng Sha coughed. Feeling somewhat strange, she cast a hostile glance toward Sui Yi.
