Looking down, the scene was a blur of clouds and crimson light, the scenery at the base of the mountain obscured from view, leaving only the silhouette of layered peaks that resembled a splash of ink on paper.
The frost-colored figure standing proudly against the winds at the peak, though slender and graceful, was taller than ordinary women. Her stance, with hands clasped behind her back, was as bold as any man's and even possessed an added sharpness. Such demeanor made Lin Suqing think of a phrase—"like the endless rolling river."
Yet, she appeared very calm. However, this calmness did not clash with her aura; rather, it made it seem as vast as the ocean. An old saying goes—beneath a calm sea are turbulent waves, which seemed to describe her well.
But she had an added air of melancholy beyond mere calmness.
