Tears flowed from tightly shut eyes, and her small nose turned red, with bright specks clinging to her thick eyelashes like tiny diamonds.
What a strange woman.
Shi Aoju sat down at the bedside, carefully examining Su Jiuyi.
Her long, black hair cascaded like a waterfall, shimmering with a metallic, azure hue under the warm lights.
Her face was exquisitely delicate, as gentle and cool as an April night, carrying an indescribable allure.
Unwittingly, he was drawn to her appearance and lowered his head to kiss her somewhat chilly lips.
Su Jiuyi's consciousness was a bit hazy. She thought of many things that made her sad. It seemed alcohol could both intoxicate and awaken memories.
Her limbs felt powerless, as if she were in a dead sea, without the strength to struggle and no one to lend a hand.
She was submerged in deep water, unable to surface, and the fear made her cry out instinctively.
