She gently descended the staircase of light, her long black hair dancing gracefully, her curves dazzling, enveloped by a powerful and mysterious halo that rendered her features indistinguishable, yet the mere outlines and lines conveyed an awe-inspiring beauty, making one's breath involuntarily quicken and gaze turn fiery.
But this feeling lingered only for a moment, an unsettling sense of self-reproach welled up, she was so unattainable!
...
Li Yunzi walked along the willow of light into the crowd, amidst the sea of people, she spotted Zhu Minglang at once.
He looked even younger than when she first saw him, like a young man who had just come down the mountain, with black hair and dark brown eyes, his clean and handsome face exuding a few hints of carefree worldliness, with a sly smile like an old fox observing everything around him.
Li Yunzi had always felt a sense of tacit understanding with Zhu Minglang.
