In the vast bedroom, curtains hung low, and the scent of agarwood smoke lingered. A faint, ethereal fragrance filled every corner. The mirror on the counter reflected the large bed, the Spirit Candleholder, and the Cyan Jade Pillars.
Bell Fish, having explained everything, had already departed. Jiang Qiu looked down at Snow, who tilted her head up to meet his gaze. Her mask, adorned with white flowers on a blue background, concealed all expression, revealing only a pair of large, bright eyes as clear as water droplets.
Although everyone in this world wore a mask and spoke with a ghostly inflection, making it impossible to distinguish male from female by their faces, their physiques still differed.
The girl before him was about ten years old, the bodice of her dress stretching over the faint contours of her chest. Her small, fair hands rested at her sides, and a pair of exquisite floral shoes peeked out from under her blue servant's dress.
