Outside the floor-to-ceiling window was a lush bamboo grove illuminated by nighttime lights.
Several warm palace lanterns were lit in the corner of the room.
Xie Shuyu raised her head, cautiously looking ahead.
Soon, she saw the famous Miss Ouyang.
She was standing beside a large tea table.
Wearing a silver-white modified qipao, subtly embroidered with elegant orchid patterns.
The black edging extended smoothly from the elegant high collar down to the high-slit hem.
Perfectly outlining her mature and voluptuous yet flawlessly toned figure.
Her long black silky hair was styled into a graceful bun with a simple wooden hairpin, revealing a smooth, full forehead and a slender, graceful neck.
Adorning her earlobes were a pair of lustrous, warm pearl studs.
In the dim and tranquil light, she exuded a serene and regal elegance.
She seemed even younger than in the news reports.
And more vivid, more present.
Their eyes met.
