Key Smoke's voice was naturally beautiful—clear and lingering.
When she hummed softly, she truly sang with a quality that captivated one's heart and soul.
Within the melodious tunes, there was also a heartbreaking thrill.
The incredibly handsome man, separated from the woman by just a rock, wore a very unnatural expression.
Leaning against the shore, his mouth slightly dry, Su Bei dared not make a single move.
His heart had long been overwhelmed by tempestuous waves. They say you can know a person's face, but not their heart. He hadn't expected that the Saintess in his eyes—or perhaps in the eyes of everyone in the world—was nothing more than this... yet also so much more.
Su Bei sat naked in the cold spring, the water barely covering his chest. He rested his arms behind him on the shore, his muscles faintly visible amid the misty vapors. He took a deep breath and calmed his heart.
He didn't listen, nor did he look at whatever was happening behind the rock.
