The moonlight streamed softly through the window, bathing Fairy Xiyue in a gentle glow.
She wore a pure white long dress, its bodice sculpted in a lofty, graceful arc, proud and full, her waist slender, hips rounded and taut, legs long and straight—every part flawless in proportion.
She remained as ethereal as ever, so immaculate, beautiful in a way that defied worldly women.
Even though they'd just met today, Qin Yu was still frozen there, his gaze filled solely with that figure.
The sense of guilt in him only deepened.
Of course, more overwhelming was the sense of unreality, as if all this were but a dream.
Being watched by him like that, the very first impulse that surged in Su Xiyue's heart was actually to escape from here.
Her heart was a mess, causing her heartbeat to quicken, her breathing to grow uneven.
She didn't know how to face Qin Yu, either.
Her feelings for him were too complex to sum up in a single phrase.
