"Yuhuan, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"
It wasn't known how long had passed before Pei Yuhuan finally regained her senses. She raised her head to look at the woman who was stumbling towards her, gently calling her name.
Her hair was frosted, loosely held by a white jade hairpin, and her robe swept along the Cold Pond. Vermillion between her brows was like melting snow, her eyes reflected the pure altar. From Penglai came her Golden Body, from Eagle Ridge her jade-like face. The wind rustled through pines underneath her arms, the moon cast bamboo shadows on her tattered robe.
