It had drizzled here earlier, soaking the blue bricks and red tiles, as well as the limestone floor. A pair of clean white embroidered shoes gently crossed the threshold and stepped on the wet ground.
She held her skirt in one hand and moved very carefully.
Prince Yan's gaze landed on that beautiful face. The chaotic appearance in his memory gradually became clear, as if a fair hand had pushed aside the veil that had been covering his eyes. He saw the face that was engraved in the depths of his memory.
She was an invincible beauty.
More than ten years had passed, but there did not seem to be many traces of time on her face. However, she had become quieter. There was less immaturity between her eyebrows and more quiet gentleness.
