For a moment, Sang Luo was as if bewitched. She forgot to breathe, staring blankly at Minos without blinking, her soul seemingly drawn into the man's pure, azure eyes.
She had imagined more than once what a heart-stoppingly beautiful face must lie beneath the White Silk. But upon truly seeing it, she realized that a mortal's imagination could never compare to the masterful craft of a God's careful design. It was a holy, divine beauty that was difficult to look at directly, like a glimmer of light flying into an abyss, like pure snow on a mountaintop… No words could ever hope to describe it, leaving one dazed and speechless.
At the same time, an extremely strong sense of unease rose abruptly in Sang Luo's heart—the feeling of being spied upon!
It felt as though all her secrets were laid bare.
