The Snow Mink Robe wrapped her small frame, and beneath the robe was a splendid brocade gown woven from golden threads.
Her soft, fluffy jet-black hair was crowned with golden rings and pearl hairpins; around her slender, fair neck hung an ornament strung of beaded agate and emerald, so unspeakably noble and extraordinary, dazzlingly beautiful.
She sat at the banquet with an easy air, those innately aloof eyes half-lidded as she looked at people, like some snow-pale, highborn Persian cat.
Baili An cast his gaze over and stepped into the upper-floor seats.
As if sensing something, Fang Geyu also glanced lightly his way; that snow-white face, that arrogant expression, her eyes calm and estranged.
When their eyes met, it was as though they were back at their first encounter on Kongcang Mountain, and nothing had ever happened since.
Only the tiny cinnabar mole at the tip of the girl's ear burned red as Yao-fire, just as it had when they parted back then.
