The woman was breathtakingly beautiful with skin white as jade, resembling the cold radiance under the bright moon, her entire being exuded a cool and aloof temperament.
Dressed in white silk pajamas, the soft fabric clung tightly to her skin, accentuating her perfectly graceful figure.
Her waist was slender and delicate, her hips round and full, exuding an alluring charm.
Her face was gentle with a touch of plumpness, which instantly added a hint of softness to her otherwise cold demeanor, making her seem not so unapproachable.
Beneath her long eyelashes were a pair of pupils as beautiful as stars, yet now, they seemed trapped in a vortex of sadness.
In her hand, she clutched a silver ring, now tightening her grip, now relaxing it, now holding it up to look at it, letting out a silent sigh.
Those sorrowful eyes became even more sorrowful.
Beside her, a lilac plant seemed to sense her sadness, and its head drooped in desolation.
"Miss, Miss..."
