Her hair was white as the first snow, merging with the ice bed beneath, indistinct and inseparable.
Wang Mu walked over. Her plain cyan dress was starkly out of style with the current fashion in the Immortal World, resembling more the coarse cloth dresses worn by mortal women—ordinary and simple.
...
It was An Qixiu. Even without seeing her face, the distinctive white hair and the simplistic cyan dress alone were telling.
Wang Mu walked closer to observe. Her complexion bore not a hint of aging. This was the unique aspect of An Qixiu: her appearance did not age; in fact, it never changed at all.
In the game, from their first meeting to the final promise she made, her appearance had remained unchanged.
Her androgynous face, even with her eyes closed and lacking those penetrating, wise eyes, still emitted a peaceful yet leisurely demeanor, like an observer walking through the world, untouched by dust.
Everything was so real, yet there was no breath of life.
Gone for many years.
