The night descended, and Wan Lan fell silent.
The entire island lay in a tranquil order.
Xiao Nan guarded the door, hearing it open, and looked up, seeing the girl step out, still clad in that pure white long dress, emerging as somewhat unreal under the resplendent lights.
She was momentarily stunned.
No matter how many times she'd seen it, she was always amazed by the girl's godly beauty, a beauty that was beyond words, even if one was well-versed in poetry and history, it was difficult to find an apt descriptor.
She recalled the graceful figure she'd once accidentally glimpsed, a timeless elegance, isolated from the world.
She was like bright sunlight, intensely radiant, compelling one to worship her extraordinary brilliance, naturally standing high for all to gaze upon.
Yet she... was like moonlight, subtle and pure, a gentle white moon, silently influencing every pair of eyes.
Xiao Nan immediately lowered her head, not daring to look any more.
