Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the doorway.
At this moment, the wooden door was pushed open, and then a woman dressed in white gauze walked into the room.
Moonlight streamed into the room, allowing Ye Chen to see the girl's appearance.
Before him stood a beauty of unparalleled elegance.
The woman was about seventeen or eighteen, radiantly beautiful.
Her delicate, charming face, slender waist, and fair skin.
Simply too beautiful.
It was truly the first time Ye Chen had seen such a beautiful ancient beauty.
This beauty was even more stunning than the ancient beauties Ye Chen had encountered in past travels.
After all, Xiaoqian was different from them; they were human, while Xiaoqian was a soul.
No matter how beautiful their demeanors were, they couldn't compare to Xiaoqian before his eyes.
Particularly this beauty, who carried an air of fragility that felt in need of a man's protection.
