The entire world was completely silent at this moment, as if time had stopped. Only the gentle wind at the riverside of the River of Trust continued to blow lightly.
At the same time, a face of absolute beauty appeared in front of the youth’s eyes.
In the ancient times, there were beauties that hid the moon and shamed the flowers, sunk the fishes and alighted the birds. Yet, Yun Qingwu didn’t fall behind them. With her long, curved eyebrows, bright pupils, snow-white skin, her lips fainting showing a shade of red, like the most breath-taking stroke of brush in a vast snowy landscape.
Except at this moment, this face of absolutely beauty, was in a state of complete shock. Her delicate lips were slightly agape, and disbelief filled her bright pupils.
