Her glossy black hair fell to her hips, shimmering as it stirred in the breeze.
Her beautiful purple eyes were bright and deep, filled with endless tenderness and love as she gazed at the man she loved.
Her face bore no makeup. Her skin was luminous and fair, her eyes clear as autumn water, her nose delicate, her red lips vivid, and her teeth pearly white. She was so exquisitely beautiful she seemed carved by heaven itself, a sight that took his breath away.
A long, white, old-fashioned dress with a slit trailed along the ground. Her tall, graceful figure was flawless, its curves rising and falling: a generous swell, a narrow waist, then a flare at her hips. There was not a flaw to be found.
The skin exposed to the air was smooth as cream and shimmered faintly.
Beneath the white dress, the slit occasionally revealed a pair of long, straight legs. Her thighs were full and rounded, her calves elegantly shaped, and her delicate feet rested in crystal heels, showing off fine ankles, pale insteps, and gleaming toes...
Simply by standing there, she made everything around her fade into insignificance before her beauty.
She seemed to embody so many different women at once: a lively young girl, a gentle lady, a dignified noblewoman, an ethereal fairy, a bewitching temptress, a cold and proud empress... All those identities gathered in one woman, each offering an entirely different impression.
Her long lashes trembled slightly. The handsome young man's face was reflected in her purple eyes, which brimmed with tenderness, as though he were the only person in her world.
Mo Xie stood frozen, his expression blank. Tears welled up and blurred his vision.
"Why... Why? I know... but I can't remember any of it..."
The moment he saw this