She wore a pale blue robe, its color elegant to the extreme, yet it set her off like an orchid blooming in a secluded valley, untouched by a speck of dust.
Her skin was so fair it seemed almost translucent, with a faint rosy flush beneath that whiteness, like a touch of peach blossom color suffusing the finest mutton-fat jade. It was so delicate that one could not help wanting to reach out and touch it.
Amid her noble bearing was a trace of fragile, pitiful weakness.
Most captivating of all were her eyes.
Her lashes were long, slightly lowered, casting a faint shadow beneath her lids.
When she raised her eyes, they were clear as water yet deep as a pool, as though they held a thousand unspoken words, and yet as though nothing in the world concerned her.
Her nose was slightly upturned, small and delicate. Her lips were naturally crimson, lightly pursed, carrying the reserve and shyness of a well-bred young lady.
She stood there quietly, her figure slender and graceful, looking so delicate that she might be blown over by the wind. Her fine brows were slightly knit, as though burdened by deep worries.
"Sect Leader Huang, Young Master Lin, Sister Huo, you've come."
Seeing the three arrive, Ren Yingying gave a slight curtsy in greeting.
Her voice was crisp and pleasing, like pearls large and small falling onto a jade platter, yet it carried an almost imperceptible chill and authority.
"You're too courteous, Miss Ren." Huang Rong returned the greeting with a smile.
"Please, take your seats."
Ren Yingying invited the three to sit, then personally took up the wine pot and filled each of their cups.
Her jade-like arms moved with elegant fluidity, and every gesture naturally exuded an air of nobility.
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