Overcast skies shrouded the heavens, rays of sunlight piercing through the gaps in the clouds, ceaselessly spilling down and illuminating Ji Nanjue's cheeks. Two tresses of cloud-like hair gently caressed her lustrous face.
But in the memories of Elder Lin Yi of the Phoenix Clan, the one who should have been wearing a blue silk crown, donning an imperial robe, with white socks on wooden clogs, composed and unflustered in the face of events, dignified without being bewitching, as pure as jade in the emerging mist—the Emperor of the Eastern Kingdom—had now transformed into a young wife wearing a pale moon-colored gauze dress, her cheeks void of any rouge yet still radiant and even blushing, happily holding the hand of the white-haired man beside her!
