Undoubtedly, the Crimson Yin Female Immortal was an peerless beauty.
Some might complain that her facial contours were too harsh, but such a person could never imagine the gentle, serene softening of Crimson Yin's visage during a quiet respite; others might say her demeanor was as aggressively sharp as a sword, yet they surely had never witnessed the foolish, endearing posture of Crimson Yin when she was drunk; still others might be unimpressed by her cold arrogance, but they certainly had never seen the unrestrained, joyful abandon of Crimson Yin throwing her head back in laughter when she was truly happy.
She was so familiar!
Having spent five years in her company, serving closely by her side, Yu Ci could recall every word and deed of Crimson Yin even with his eyes closed, every slight frown and gentle smile, which then synthesized into an exceedingly perfect picture, engraved in his heart as the benchmark for so-called "beauty."
That was truly an indelible imprint branded upon his heart. Perhaps it had been temporarily buried, but as long as the layer of floating dust above was blown away, everything would become distinct once more.
Yet, despite such a beauty, the final impression she left upon Yu Ci was dark and fierce, like blowing through a gloomy wind, or entering a ghostly prison.
Crimson Yin was beautiful, but she was also capricious. Her temperament was proud and self-centered, utterly heedless of anyone else's feelings. Perhaps the moment before she was still chatting and laughing gaily with you, but immediately following that came the fury of thunder and lightning, leaving you suspended between life and death.
More crucially, Crimson Yin's innate nature was bloodthirsty. She would rack her brains to torture those who angered her.
Yu Ci remembered very clearly that when he was