It was already November, and the night fell early.
The luxurious hall was adorned with several sandalwood lamp posts, tastefully arranged, with candles flickering atop them.
Outside the window eaves, a cool evening breeze suddenly flowed in.
The wind brushed against the shell bead curtain, large and small pearls clashing together, jingling melodiously.
Ji Xueruo leaned against the head of the bed, knees together, and delicately turned the pages of the book on her lap with her slender fingers — it was "The Legend of the White Snake".
Today, she unusually did not wear a black dress but chose white, like most fairies often wore, just like the protagonist in this book who always donned a white dress.
In fact, she should wear white; from the color of the Demon Pill, one could see that she was different from her sister, the Cyan Snake. Her real form was a white snake.
