The young master in the moon-shaped white brocade robe hastily withdrew his gaze and refrained from looking at her again, but the sudden quickening of his heartbeat compelled him to take another glance at her nonetheless.
There was only a simple silver hairpin in her hair bun, very plain in style, all her long hair was swept up, and she wore a pale green large cloak with a matching dark green long skirt underneath. Her fingernails were not as exquisitely adorned as those of other noble ladies from the Capital City; they were neatly trimmed and looked just right. Perhaps it was too cold outside, her fingertips were reddened, contrasting with her clothes, and looked like green onion roots, making it hard for him to look away.
She had a very proper appearance, neither demonic nor flamboyant, giving off a clear and comfortable vibe.
