So beautiful.
It was a beauty completely opposite to gentleness and grace, a beauty of a different kind in itself.
Even though Qin Chu was not Dou Aimu, he could still feel the astonishing charm of the lady.
Qin Chu found it hard to describe the feeling; it was as if all exquisite things had combined to form the most perfect visual enjoyment, even just quietly floating in mid-air she became a dazzling sight.
Her dress was not revealing, yet it accentuated her allure.
The silvery-white dress she wore wasn't like the gauzy skirts of ordinary girls, it was a bit thicker, and at the waist was a starkly contrasting black belt which, beneath its tight grip, made her waist even more gracefully slim, slender as a willow swaying in the wind.
Beneath the fluttering hem, were stockings that were thick enough to be considered trousers.
