In the night, by the Shuyu River, the long slender branches of the silver willows sway gently in the soft light, as the breeze brushes through, creating ripples like shimmering waves.
Li Qingyue, with an unembellished face and dressed in white, had features so exquisite they were beyond reproach. She was clear and elegant, and her smile was like clouds parting the fog, as if surrounded by a radiant glow.
Usually, she was calm and dignified, but now, with Qin Ming holding her snow-white slender hand, and aware of Jiang Ran's approach, her delicate and fair face took on a slight red hue under the shimmering silver willow and the reflections of the Shuyu River.
Qin Ming remained exceedingly calm, perhaps due to long years of hardening in the snow and night fog of the Black and White Mountain, his face was quite thick-skinned, and he didn't let go, holding onto Li Qingyue as he smiled and greeted Jiang Ran.
