The young woman's brows and eyes brimmed with softness, her sleeves fluttering lightly, as though she were about to rise into a dance.
Her fair wrist was like congealed cream; with every glance, lingering radiance flowed. Her deep-purple hair swayed gently in the wind, and the moonlit hem of her dress spread slightly, as if half-embracing these mountains and rivers.
"How is it?"
"Very beautiful."
Luo Chuan spoke honestly. He had always been a person possessed of the fine virtues of honesty and trustworthiness.
"Luo Chuan, shall I dance for you?" Yao Ziyan asked with a smile.
"You know how to dance?" Luo Chuan was quite surprised.
"Is it strange that I can dance?" Yao Ziyan could not help rolling her eyes. The charm she revealed without realizing it seemed to make heaven and earth lose their color.
"Ahem, not strange." Luo Chuan coughed lightly. He no longer wanted to find out just how many skills this girl had secretly unlocked.
By then, the boat had already sailed to the middle of the river.
The riverbanks had nearly become thin lines, and the other boats were mere tiny dots.
River waters stretched to meet the sky, emerald waves vast and boundless; fine rain drifted like mist, green mountains lay like a painting.
The rising and falling river made the boat sway gently. Music drifted over from some unknown place, and the young woman on the boat raised an arm, about to dance.
At some point, the dark clouds had scattered somewhat. Broken shafts of daylight spilled down upon the young woman, plating her in a faint golden glow.
The young woman raised her sleeve and lightly veiled her face, ripples shimmering in her violet eyes.
She opened her lips and began to sing softly.
"Blood dyes the rivers and mountains