Yun Qianyu knew that since things had come to this, it was useless for her to be upset. She might as well face it calmly.
She looked up at Xiao Jiuyuan and slowly lifted the purple veil on her cloak, revealing her face behind the veil. Her eyebrows were thin and curved, and her clear eyes seemed to be a pool of autumn water. Under the light, there were slight ripples, as if there were countless streams of light flowing in the bottom of her eyes.
Her eyes were so beautiful that those who saw them couldn't help but exclaim.
Not only her eyes, but every part of her face was beautiful. Her eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, and her delicate skin, coupled with her lively charm, was a rare beauty.
They had seen a lot of beautiful women. There were many beautiful women in the capital, but none of them were as beautiful as the woman in front of them.
