Qing Yueqiu knelt on the muddy ground, her silver-white hair, like strands of satin, spilling in disarray over her shoulders.
Tiny teardrops clung to her long, fair eyelashes, which had a pinkish tint, trembling with each breath. Yet, tears fell unceasingly, like liuli beads from a broken string, blooming into dark stains on her crimson skirt.
Those once-lively, ruby-like eyes were now shrouded in a gray mist, her pupils unfocused as they stared at some point in the void, as if peering through swirling sand and wind to gaze upon the Pure Love Illusion that would forever be beyond her reach.
"Sister Yueqiu?"
Pei Xiaohan felt an unprecedented sadness emanating from Qing Yueqiu. But she had no experience with romance; she had grown up sheltered in the Jade Pool Sacred Land, having almost never even seen a man... so she didn't recognize the almost despairing heartbreak in Qing Yueqiu.
