The starry night was brilliant, the pool's water clear and serene.
Ye Chenyu sat by the edge of the pool, revealing a pair of small, snow-white feet. Her toes were like tender lotus roots, and the flesh on the arch of her feet was so translucent you could faintly see the blue veins beneath.
Her entire foot was slender and exquisite, flawless. It possessed a natural delicacy, as if a work of art sculpted by the heavens, perfect in its beauty.
She dangled her feet, gently brushing them against the water and creating sparkling droplets and concentric ripples.
A snow-white dress adorned her, outlining her graceful and shapely figure. Her full head of silver hair shimmered as beautifully as the Galaxy. She sat there quietly, looking like a Moon Palace Fairy—ethereal, otherworldly, and peerlessly beautiful.
A veil covered her face, obscuring her features. Yet, anyone could tell that beneath it lay a beauty that was breathtaking and unparalleled.
