The vast and silent forest was devoid of even a ghostly shadow, except for the figure in red ahead, exceptionally eye-catching.
She turned her head slowly, a faint smile at the corner of her lips, and in that instant, it was as if the world lost its color. A beauty's smile, and the world fades.
No words could possibly describe her beauty; it was truly as the legends said, beauty that was not of this world.
Han Qingjue was used to the ethereal beauty of her own mother's face, and believed she had inherited her beauty as well. With Su Yu's face etched in her heart, she thought she was long immune to the concept of beauty. Yet, in front of Xia Ji, all beauty seemed pale and powerless.
Su Yu might be even more handsome than his mother, but he was, after all, a man, lacking a few degrees of the feminine allure.
