Once the guests had dispersed, Ji Xiaosong pushed Chu Qingyun back to the main courtyard.
Chu Qingyun sat silently in his wheelchair, his gaze burning, fixed unblinkingly on Ji Xiaosong.
He watched as she raised a delicate hand and slowly removed the phoenix crown. A cascade of raven-black hair tumbled down, shimmering softly in the candlelight.
Then, she gently wiped away her makeup, revealing skin as fine and lustrous as Mutton Fat Jade. Unadorned, her beauty surpassed any cosmetic enhancement.
Her eyes were like the gentlest of spring breezes, brushing across the lake of his heart and stirring ripples.
Her elegant, straight nose was like the most exquisite peak among a range of mountains.
And her lips, ruby-red without any paint, were like delicate, dewy petals, inspiring a helpless tenderness in him.
