As it turned out, once the light screen expanded, a girl's apparition appeared within it. She looked just like a real person, yet seemed to have no physical body.
She wore an elegant white dress with wide sleeves, as light and hazy as smoke. Delicate patterns of clouds and water were embroidered along its hem. Her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing a beautiful, stern face. A simple green jade hairpin loosely gathered a small portion of it, while the rest fell over her shoulders.
Her figure was slender, her bearing cool and otherworldly, and her features as lovely as a painting. Most striking were her delicate, smoke-like brows, faintly furrowed, and the lingering melancholy between them—as if she held within her all the mist and rain of Jiangnan. She seemed like an immortal descended from the heavens!
No!
She was an immortal!
But that wasn't the most important thing. The most important thing was that the girl in the light screen looked almost exactly like Lin Daiyu, who stood outside it—nearly eight or nine parts out of ten!
Compared with the Lin Daiyu outside, though, the girl in the screen seemed a few years older, around seventeen or eighteen. Her gaze was more tranquil and profound, and a faint, indescribable, ethereal aura enveloped her, as if she might dissolve into the mist and rain and ascend at any moment.
"!!"
"Th-this is..."
Tanchun was the first to cry out in shock.
She looked first at the "Lin Daiyu" in the light screen, who seemed a few years older, then at the real Lin Daiyu beside her, who was almost eleven. Disbelief filled her eyes.
"..."
"..."
Zijuan and Xueyan were even more astonished. Their mouths fell open in unison. They looked at their own Lin Daiyu beside them,