The new moon hung like a hook, shrouding Qing Pu in moonlight, his long hair untamed and cascading down his back, clad in a newly tailored dark indigo wizard's robe, the flowing cloud patterns upon it seemingly sketched with golden thread, glinting brightly.
When did this guy go out to get new clothes made?
That fabric must be ridiculously expensive.
Yue Jinghua felt a pang in her heart, an urge bubbling up to immediately check on her Desire Gourd; she was certain, without a doubt, that Qing Pu's outfit had been funded by her private treasury.
Complain as she might, Yue Jinghua couldn't deny that Qing Pu was the man most suited to the night, a man like the moon—not as blinding as the sun, nor overshadowed by it like the stars. Qing Pu is Qing Pu, unparalleled and unique between heaven and earth.
