Ye Lingyue realized with just one glance why the guard at Ye Residence did not dare to stop the guest.
Because this person did not seem to be there to join the crowds for fun.
In the red lantern's candlelight shone upon the woman's body, adding a layer of blurry luminance.
Even Ye Lingyue, who was usually very articulate, could not find a superfluous adjective to describe her when she saw her.
Among all the people Ye Lingyue had ever met, probably only Feng Xun could compare to the beauty of the woman under the lantern light.
The woman wore a moon-white evening gauze dress, her face smiling. Her pitch-black pupils shone brighter than navigating stars, making her delicate features even more distinguished. With a light smile, her dimples deepened vividly.
Her smile made everything around her dim in comparison; her eyes, lips, and brows exuded a playful and enchanting charm, making it hard to guess her age.
The guards of Ye Residence were all distracted, gazing at the woman.
