Fiennes followed the directions from the staff and saw Su Wan on the second floor.
Fiennes stood in front of Su Wan politely. He stared straight at the young woman in front of him, his blue eyes shining brightly under the light.
Su Wan wore a white hand-embroidered dress. Her waterfall-like black hair was tied behind a simple headband, and there was a crystal crown on her forehead.
Her makeup was light, and her clear face looked like it had been washed by a mountain spring. She was like an elegant lily under the moonlight, palpitating one's heart with excitement.
Perhaps she was not the most beautiful person in the crowd, but she had a clear and graceful temperament like flowing water. It does not fight, and was ethereal and quiet.
As long as she appeared, people could not help but cast their gazes on her.
This woman did not need to say anything. She was just like a scenery.
