On the left was a woman in a dress as red as fire. She was tall, her skirt outlining an alluring figure. Her face was bright and gorgeous, and she carried herself with an innate, aristocratic air.
On the right was another, wearing a long, moon-white dress like ice silk. Her figure was slender and poised, her face as cold and bright as the moon over a snowy peak, and her aura was ethereal.
"Husband, are these guests? …Why have they arrived several days early?"
The question came from Yan Mingyi, who had been relaxing and sipping Spirit Tea with Lin Changheng by the lake. She naturally noticed the arrivals as well. Though she had never met them, she was struck by their extraordinary beauty. Their auras, though starkly different, were both captivating, prompting her surprise.
But there was no reply from beside her—only a gentle breeze that stirred her hair. She turned her head. Lin Changheng, who had been relaxing in his rocking chair and sipping tea a moment before, had vanished.
