At this moment.
The sunlight outside is just right.
The brilliant sunlight streams through the window lattices, shining onto the luxurious crystal chandelier recently installed in the Rinse Moon Hall, refracting into gorgeous halos, dazzling and splendid, showcasing opulence.
On the soft couch by the window, a beautiful woman with striking looks and noble temperament is lounging casually.
She is simply dressed in a loose white robe, its edges cascading from the couch to the floor in layered folds, appearing both lazy and casual.
The sunlight falls on her, yet passes through her body, failing to outline her features, instead rendering her form illusionary and hazy.
It turns out, the figure on the couch is not a real person, but merely a projection.
