Song Xizhi was engrossed in reading when suddenly he heard a creaking sound coming from the wooden window.
She put down the storybook in her hand, slowly turned her head, and saw that familiar face.
Since that night when he heard the news brought by Master Yuanhui that Song Xizhi had taken the initiative to request an audience, the man was somewhat surprised, but he didn't say anything on the surface. However, he kept this matter in mind.
His lower back injury hadn't healed a few days ago, so he couldn't get out of bed and that's why it's been delayed until today.
After finally hearing from Master Yuanhui that he could move around again, he took advantage of the night to go down the mountain.
However, his wound had not yet healed, and even his movements of climbing out of the window were not as smooth as usual. With each large movement, he aggravated the wound on his lower back, causing him to gasp slightly.
When the man, supporting his lower back, looked up, he saw a stunningly beautiful woman in the candlelight.
Today, she seemed to have dressed up in her finest attire, wearing a bright red dress with large crabapple blossoms embroidered on the hem. The crabapple blossoms, woven with silver thread, seemed to shimmer and glow in the dim candlelight.
Her skin was like solidified cream, and her hair was as black as ink. Her dress was clearly a vibrant color, yet she only used a single white jade hairpin to adorn her dark hair.
Her lightly made-up face made her features more deep and bright than before. Her eyes sparkled with emotion as she glanced around, and her lips were naturally red without any makeup, seemingly carrying a faint smile.
The man's breath hitched for a moment, and before he could loosen his grip on his lower back, he saw Song Xizhi part her red lips and ask, "Does it look good?"
"It looks great."
The man answered sincerely, his voice magnetic, his deep eyes never leaving her face for a moment.
She seems to be a transformation between a goddess and a siren.
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