This woman appears to be half-asleep, her demeanor lazy, yet she gives off a feeling of utmost dignity. She is dressed in a gray robe, wearing a single wooden clog — loose and flowing, revealing no flesh, offering no allure, devoid of feminine charm. That penetrating sense of coldness seems ingrained deep within her bones, as she casts a glance at Sui Yi in her nebulous state.
She opens her eyes, her step pauses briefly.
That pause.
Their glance back at each other is like a temporal glitch between two worlds; this stutter caused the axis of the world to collide, thus blossoming a charm exceeding that of the surrounding peach blossoms.
The people behind couldn't move, but the customs within The Gate are strict, with utmost regard for their superiors. Even if the person ahead doesn't move, or if she decides to sleep here, they must dutifully stand behind her as protectors, thus standing quietly one by one.
