Knock.
Languidly turning to the door, Wei Wuyin informed casually: "It's open." As his voice traveled through the air, upon reaching the door, as if expecting that response, the door opened.
The visitor was Su Mei. She was garbed in a light, form-fitted white, gold, and silver hanfu without any battle or beautifying adornments. She walked as if she were gliding upon light. Her lips glistened with a softness, her eyes gleamed with purity, and her black hair was stylized with vibrant volume, sliding down her shoulder to her chest while bouncing ever-so-slightly. Rarely did she ever wear rouge or, if ever, yet the small amounts applied here amplified her feminine qualities without diminishing her valiant bearing.
She was a breath of fresh air in a tainted world. A ray of light shining after a long night. A flower that only ever bloomed once in a lifetime.
"...!" Wei Wuyin was stunned, words left his soul for a moment—truly speechless.
