A sudden gust swept the mist halfway up the mountain into wild disarray, and the grass tips rustled and trembled.
The countless flowering vines on the ground rose and fell with the wind, turning up sumptuous colors as though painted with myriad shades of vermilion.
Chen Heng looked in the direction the wind blew.
A woman approached slowly, riding a cloud of brocade, clear light rippling around her as though she stood amid blue ocean tides.
She wore a lotus-colored palace gown woven with gold, cinched with a rhinoceros-hide belt. Her hair was light and delicate as a cicada, her features radiant, her graceful bearing and dazzling beauty incomparably captivating.
Chen Heng's gaze lingered briefly on her brow, and a momentary daze passed through his eyes.
Then he quickly looked away.
His expression returned to its usual cold indifference, revealing nothing.
They look so alike...
Chen Heng thought.
This was the first time he had encountered someone who so resembled Wei Lingjiang. In his momentary daze, he had almost mistaken the woman before him for someone else.
But the two were not, after all, entirely alike.
And the expression with which she looked at him, there between her brows,
was different too.
Or rather, utterly different...
Though his lapse lasted only an instant and passed at once,
Wei Wanhua still saw it all, missing nothing.
That gaze seemed to be looking at her, yet not at her.
As though he had merely seen through her the indistinct shadow of another person...
It was impossible to say what emotions lay in the depths of that gaze. Everything was there, yet nothing was there.
Finally, when he lowered his eyes,
only an indifferent calm remained, cold and silent, like an ancient well without a ripple.
Seeing this, Wei Wanhua brushed a few