Like a ghost? Ning Xiaoxian recalled Jin Manyan, indeed her appearance was good, her skin fair, but tonight wearing a pure white Ruan robe, she seemed like a little ghost with a white face and red lips, beautiful but eerie under the slightly chilly moonlight. If her hair were straightened, she'd be a miniature version of Sadako.
Huangfu Ming's description, though irreverent, was remarkably vivid. She couldn't hold back and bent over, laughing to the point of losing her breath.
