The Girl in Purple had an oval face, long slender brows, large eyes, and a small mouth. With phoenix eyes and cherry lips, she was graceful and beautiful, her radiant features sweet enough that once one looked at her, it was hard to look away. Yet her expression was stern and aloof, making it obvious that she was not someone easy to provoke.
Song Qingshu frowned slightly. It was actually her?
The other woman wore a dagger at her waist, with a long braid hanging over her shoulder. She was dressed in a pale yellow robe and wore a small cap embroidered with golden thread, its brim adorned with a long emerald-green feather. Her figure was graceful, delicate as a spring flower and lovely as the morning glow. Her bright eyes shone like stars, giving her beauty an air of heroic spirit that made her seem dazzling.
What a valiant and dashing girl! Song Qingshu silently praised her. These days, he no longer judged women solely by their faces and figures; he cared more about their bearing. With so many peerless beauties around him, ordinary women had long found it difficult to catch his eye. Yet this Yellow-robed Girl possessed a special aura—brimming with heroism, yet also carrying a confidence unlike that of ordinary people. One glance was enough to make her unforgettable.
At that moment, the elegant young gentleman swept his gaze across the inn. When he saw Song Qingshu, his pupils abruptly widened. "It's you!"
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "I heard that Helmsman Chen had gone to the Western Regions. I never expected we would meet again in the Central Plains." This man was none other than Chen Jialuo, the Chief Helmsman of the Red Flower Society, whom he had not seen for a long time. Back in