The air was filled with the scent of women's rouge and powder, and though these fragrances weren't always delightful after being inhaled for too long... at that moment, Shi Qingjun was able to quietly remain in such an atmosphere. She, who was supposed to be untouched by dust, found her clothes permeated with various women's rouge scents, as if... she had already blended into this place.
I like it a lot.
A feeling of unspeakable affection.
Shi Qingjun had already forgotten when was the last time she felt such affection... Perhaps it was the first time she decisively severed ties with the mundane, promoting from [Shi Qingjun] to [Immortal Chaoyun].
