Between heaven and earth, Mu Qingyue seemed like a spirit that fell into the mortal world. The shining silver snowfield was her stage, and the pure white snowflakes adorned her. Her silver-white hair danced in the cold wind, complemented by a black robe embroidered with gold, a horse-faced skirt of the same color, and an outer narrow-sleeved long gown layered perfectly.
Long hair held up and fixed with several jade hairpins, revealing delicate ears and a slender neck. The star and moon tassel earrings on her earlobes swayed, adding a touch of grace to her aloof demeanor.
The contrast between black and white reached its peak at this moment.
Mu Qingyue's beauty was always direct and extreme. Even now, her attire and the crisp "tah-tah" sound of high heels lightly tapping the floor only added a cherry on top to her elegance.
Lu Jin'an stared intently, watching the swaying hem of her skirt brush past the ground, stopping behind Pei Wanyu.
