Su Xiyue stood gracefully in the courtyard, poised and elegant.
The moonlight flowed like fine silk, gently draped across her form, making her appear like a fairy descending from the heavens, her bearing extraordinary, all worldly dust washed away.
At this moment, she lowered her head, lost in thought, a hint of loneliness barely detectable upon her face.
Her robes swayed lightly, like ripples upon the lake, accentuating her slender and graceful figure to perfection.
Suddenly, as if startled by a subtle sound within the house.
She finally lifted her head slowly, her lips parted ever so slightly, trembling gently, forming a charming arc. That ethereal visage resembled a river in spring, lightly stirred by the breeze, or the fleeting bloom of an epiphyllum flower—here and gone in an instant.
The next moment.
Qin Yu pushed the door open and stepped out.
"Congratulations, Fairy!"
