Dim starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair on her forehead were drenched with water droplets that trickled down to the hollow of her collarbones.
Soaked through, her clothes clung to her body, outlining her exquisite, delicate figure, rendering her almost as if half-undressed. Her jade-like arms bent slightly, revealing her graceful posture.
With her fair hands, she gently gathered her wet hair behind her head. The water soaking her dress traced the perfect silhouette of her body, and she looked at Ji Nanjue somewhat bashfully.
Her clothes, not yet fully removed, clung completely to her delicate body, faintly revealing a hint of skin. Her usually loose-fitting dress concealed much, but now, her true form was revealed, like the unveiling of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with a hint of surprise, then a playful smile touched the corners of her lips as she said,
"Like master, like disciple, indeed. Even your lies are cast from the same mold."
