Luoyang.
Fire trees and silver flowers, dazzling lights.
Song Lin transformed into a white-clad scholar, his sword taking the form of a child. The two strolled under the lanterns, admiring the sights, their eyes darting everywhere.
Suddenly, a breathtaking beauty appeared on the bridge, her presence refined, her posture graceful. Just sixteen years old, her brows arched like a new moon, drawing the attention of passersby who couldn't help but admire her radiance.
In that moment, Song Lin couldn't help but lose focus, as if his soul had been captivated.
Carrying a fragrant breeze, the woman noticed Song Lin's gaze. Her stunning eyes glanced towards him frequently, her crimson lips lifting into a smile.
"Why does the gentleman stare? Has something fallen onto my face?"
"Your beauty is overwhelming, and I found myself momentarily distracted."
Song Lin replied honestly, yet inwardly he began to grow wary.
