Swirling clouds and mist veiled a graceful beauty. What a dreamlike scene.
Tu Xiao'an watched in astonishment. A tremor ran through him, and a wave of Qi surged outward, parting the veil of mist and revealing her clearly.
Her looks could only be described as stunning, her figure alluring and her grace almost celestial. A full head of ice-blue hair cascaded down to her waist. Her deep blue pupils held a hint of mystery, as if they could effortlessly see through anyone. Her snow-white skin was utterly flawless, and her cherry-red lips seemed to possess a magic that perpetually enticed. Her entire body radiated an icy aura; it felt like walking on thin ice, enough to freeze the heart.
"So this is what you really look like."
After a long moment, Tu Xiao'an looked up, took a deep breath, and spoke.
'She's truly beautiful, so beautiful it makes my heart race.' But Tu Xiao'an hadn't forgotten where he was or the kind of person he was facing.
