Deep in the Demon Realm, the sky was as dark as if it had been dyed in ink. It was said that throughout the year, only when the blazing sun hung overhead did the place resemble dusk.
It was noon in the depths of winter. Xue Qingcheng and I stood beneath Lingxian City, gazing into the distance. We could already see the city brightly lit, making it look like some bustling night market.
Beside me, Xue Qingcheng wore the special purple dress I had made for her. She was impossible to tire of admiring in the night. In addition, beneath her snow-white, jade-like neck, ornaments resembling streaks of purple demonic patterns extended downward. At first glance, she looked no different from a demon cultivator, and that only added a mysterious allure that made people want to uncover her secrets.
With her purplish-red eyes, she was even harder to distinguish from the Xue Qingcheng of the past. The only difference was that she was somewhat younger. She still differed slightly from the Queen of Qingcheng in my heart, who stood proudly atop the clouds. But youth had its own charms: tender and budding, this youthful Xue Qingcheng was someone I was encountering for the first time.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen enough along the way? Am I really that beautiful?" Xue Qingcheng gave a light snort, and there was no lack of smugness in her voice.
Of course, I knew she was not truly angry. If she disliked me, how could there be even a trace of pride in her tone? So I boldly said, "Yes, you're very beautiful. If the you in Sky City is a beauty proud and aloof amid frost and snow, then the you here is a beauty who bullies flowers in the cold