Xu Xing walked slowly, with the fragrance of wind dispersing step by step, wanting to speak but the charming girl spoke first. Her smile was like the Weaver girl leaving with the stars, her presence like Heng'e bringing the moon.
The charm of a hundred beauties floated on her makeup, Furong's fragrance mixed with the chaos of lip gloss. Her sideburns like those of a cicada, not quite forming into sideburns; her eyebrows smiled like moths, but weren't like eyebrows.
Her slender waist subtly swayed, her long and charming eyes were deeply alluring. Qiao'er, who used to carve wood, couldn't catch her, and the painter couldn't capture her likeness.
She came forward in a tender and graceful manner, playfully turned back with a laugh. She was a beauty capable of toppling cities and empires, graceful and charming wherever she was.
