So everyone looked up and indeed saw someone, standing openly on the eaves with arms crossed, not bothering to hide, though moments ago no one noticed anything.
At that moment, the clouds parted and the moon appeared, casting thin moonlight through the red clouds, illuminating the puddle of blood in front of the hall, revealing that figure from the moonlit shadow.
It was a woman, with beauty and elegance, eyebrows like distant mountains with the hue of ink, eyes like Cold Ponds condensed with frost, ice skin jade bones, with a pure and ethereal aura, cold as a lotus in snow, bright and clear as a celestial being in the moon, graceful and pure like jade. Her appearance was out of this world, yet her dress was strange and bizarre, almost mismatched, rather careless and haphazard.
