Mo Residence · Phoenix Perch Pavilion
Before the bronze mirror, Mo Feng Wu held a stick of Snail Ink, carefully tracing brows like distant mountains.
The Water Chestnut Mirror reflected her lovely face, yet could not conceal the trace of weariness between her brows.
"Second Sister, you're doing your makeup again!" Mo Caihuan burst in like a whirlwind, the jade pendant at her waist jingling.
"This makes three times today, doesn't it?"
Mo Feng Wu's wrist trembled, leaving an extra stroke of dark pigment at the tip of her brow.
She sighed softly and dampened a silk handkerchief to wipe it away. "Father's orders. I have to obey."
Mo Caihuan leaned toward the mirror and suddenly reached out to pinch her sister's cheek. "Second Sister, you're so beautiful that even watching you draw your brows is like watching someone paint a portrait of a court lady.
"If you ask me, should that Immortal see you again, he would surely..."
"Don't talk nonsense!" A faint blush crept over the tips of Mo Feng Wu's ears, and the jade hairpin in her hand nearly slipped from her grasp.
She lowered her eyes, her long lashes casting shadows in the candlelight. "Immortals and mortals belong to different worlds..."
Silence settled over the room, broken only by the dripping water clock.
Mo Caihuan suddenly kicked the embroidered stool. "If I'd known that honored guest who came that day really was an Immortal, I would have brought out even the Rainbow Feather Garment I keep at the bottom of my chest!"
She tugged ruefully at the silk sash around her waist. "And now look at us-we let our chance at an immortal destiny slip away..."
Mo Feng Wu's fingertips stiffened slightly.
Had she not also bathed and burned incense that day, even putting on her