Beside the Empress Dowager stood a young maiden just in the bloom of her youth.
The girl's features were delicate and three-dimensional, her eyebrows like distant ink; every line was drawn just right, petite and endearing.
Yet, over this nearly perfect face, there lay a faint, melancholic aura that instinctively evoked sympathy.
Her complexion sometimes appeared as pale as early snow, sometimes tinged with an unhealthy flush, like a flower most susceptible to withering in spring, making one want to gently embrace her, to protect her with care, letting no trace of worldly wind or rain reach her.
With just one glance, Qin Yu recollected that girl from Immortal Spirit Island... Zhao Ling'Er.
They were almost identical.
They seemed to overlap, so strikingly similar, like reflections in a mirror, perfectly alike, pure, celestial, graceful, beautiful, and lively.
With just one look, Qin Yu immediately lowered his head, though a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
