Profound Heaven Street (3)

At a glance, it was as though an invisible hand had wiped away all the surrounding clamor and crowds in an instant. In his field of vision, only that figure who had suddenly appeared remained.

What met his eyes was a youth dressed in fitted pink-and-white robes. Somehow, he had already come to stand at Shen Yuxi's side, so close that Shen Yuxi could practically feel his faint breathing.

The youth was not very old. His delicate features seemed carved from jade, his brows and eyes refined, his temperament gentle and warm. His ink-black hair was tied into a neat high ponytail behind his head, and a pink ribbon swayed lightly as he bent forward slightly.

At such close range, Shen Yuxi could not only clearly see the youth's thick, curled lashes, but even glimpse the pale blue veins beneath his fair skin. That skin was smooth and luminous, carrying an untouched purity free of dust, creating the illusion that it would shatter at the slightest touch.

The youth had not yet fully grown. He was around a head and a half shorter than Shen Yuxi, his frame somewhat slender, which only added to his youthful, fragile beauty.

Shen Yuxi's gaze moved downward almost beyond his control, passing over that slim waist which seemed as though it could be gathered into an embrace with the slightest exertion, before finally settling on his slender ankle—where a thin red cord was tied, bearing a tiny silver bell. Strangely, the bell was utterly silent, as though asleep.

Shen Yuxi's mind buzzed and went blank. The blood throughout his body seemed to freeze in an instant, only to surge madly the next, pounding against his eardrums and heart.

That highly distinctive appearance, attire, and especially that unmistakable, unique silent silver bell... every feature perfectly