Ye Xiaoyao's True Interpretation

"Junior Sister."

"Hold out your hand."

Ye Qingxian placed a section of her fingertip against Ye Xiaoyao's fair wrist. Two entirely different shades of white were equally pleasing to the eye.

One was a cold white closer to the Tianshan Mountains, while the other was soft and milky, her skin suffused with a healthy rosy glow.

Just as Junior Sister was about to extend her hand.

Following the gaze toward her small jade-like hand, Ye Qingxian recalled the faint tremor from when she had held her... small hand and voluntarily touched the skin beneath her skirt. It was an intimacy she had never experienced before, a descent into the mortal world entirely unlike her aloof innocence. At one moment, it suddenly struck her that perhaps she had never truly been so sacred.

Beneath an ocean called love and desire.

Ye Qingxian was gradually acquiring the seven emotions and six desires of an ordinary mortal...

A pair of pale pink eyes slowly lifted.

As she looked at her, they faintly narrowed into vertical pupils.

Scattered reflections of peach blossoms flickered in their depths.

The Cat Princess was assessing, hunting...

And... observing.

Confusion surfaced in her heart.

So, following Ye Qingxian's gaze, she looked down at her own shell-like, crystal-clear, dainty fingernails.

All of a sudden.

"Did I not wash my hands?"

"Senior Sister... you've been staring for five minutes already."

Ye Qingxian fell into embarrassment.

The wind wailed through the sky.

The bizarre streets lay in orderly rows.

Like crows chasing the souls of the dead, they circled again and again above trees strewn with dead branches and fallen leaves. Several pitch-black feathers drifted down with the wind.

Suddenly, all the circling stopped.

The heads that had abruptly lowered toward the rooftops left only hollow eyeballs exposed to the air, while