The embroidered dragon and phoenix pattern curtain was half-drooping, blocking much of the light.
Her bosom and waist outlined a gracefully enchanting allure of spring.
Unable to hide, yet unable to chase away.
Cui Yun's eyes were crimson-red as he coaxed her, his fingertips and thin lips stroked with the utmost patience.
Without much force, her body had already sustained numerous marks.
Shen Hua's almond-shaped eyes brimmed with a misty fog. Large teardrops fell one after another, her sobbing voice was full of grievance, seemingly resentful and complaining.
Unknowingly, it had started to rain outside. Pitter-patter.
The moon climbed over the willow tops, adding to the exceptional tranquility of the Marquis Mansion.
