Purple Orchid Pavilion, top floor.
Two figures stood before the exquisitely crafted attic window.
A man and a woman.
The man had a cold, stern look and white hair. His eyes, like those of a wooden puppet, seemed void of emotion, impervious to everything in the world. Standing there, he resembled an ancient, immovable iceberg—cold and heartless.
He was one of Gui Gu's Descendants in this era, Wei Zhuang.
The woman next to Wei Zhuang had a sultry figure, mature and captivating, full of allure. She had rare purple hair, elegantly coiled into a bun at the back of her head. Her skin was like snow, her beauty like jade. Around her seductive, fox-like eyes, there was a light touch of purple eyeshadow, and her delicate cherry lips were painted with light purple lipstick. Especially the purple, tight-fitting dress that perfectly outlined her stunning figure. Her willow-like waist, so slender it seemed beyond a single grasp, moved with the sinuous grace of a beautiful serpent.
