When the Battle Armor fit him perfectly, its body—frozen in its twenties—felt so real that as its knuckles brushed his side, he had the illusion of touching the soft skin of a young maiden fresh from a floral bath.
"…"
Xu Yunfan's eyes snapped open. He scanned his surroundings, then his gaze locked onto the white-clad woman who had appeared before him, and he let out an exasperated laugh.
In the valley shrouded in morning mist, a creek gurgled over a pebble-strewn shore.
The hundred-year-old ginkgo tree Xu Yunfan leaned against was shedding brilliant golden leaves, as if someone were scattering flecks of gold into the air.
The white-clad woman stood on a rock on the opposite bank. Half of her body was dyed orange-red by the morning sun, while the other half remained steeped in gray-blue shadow. The creek water splashed at her feet, forming a small rainbow on the hem of her dress.
