She looked to be in her twenties.
Her long blue hair fell to her waist, the ends curling slightly like spray kicked up by a waterfall.
A long blue dress covered her from head to toe. The light, close-fitting fabric fell from her shoulders to her feet, accentuating her shapely figure.
Her shoulders were gracefully sloped, her waist slender, and the curve of her belly faintly visible. Even the gentle rise and fall of her breathing could be clearly seen.
Golden ribbons curled up around the hem of her dress like vines sprouting from the fabric, drifting lightly in the air.
She was noble and elegant, with a face so exquisite it seemed not of this world.
Her clear blue eyes were like flawless sapphires. Now they glistened faintly, as though she had just cried and then held back her tears.
A subtle, delicate fragrance spread through the room. It wasn't the scent of cosmetics, but of grass and trees, of early morning, of a forest after the rain.
Lin Jiang stood beside the table, still holding the empty white jade bottle, his gaze fixed on her.
He had seen Dugu Yan's allure, Qian Renxue's divinity, and Ye Lingling's timidness.
But the woman before him was different. She didn't have the youthful awkwardness of a young girl. She was mature and full-figured.
Lin Jiang set down the white jade bottle. Only one thought filled his mind: What a woman.
Ah Yin looked down at her hands, then touched her face. Her fingertips paused slightly when they brushed her cheek.
She turned to face Lin Jiang, folded her hands in front of her belly, and bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Master, for giving me a new life."
Her voice was gentle, with the distinctive huskiness of a mature woman, and its final