Standing before him, An Yiqing wore a white strapless gown embroidered with silver threads. A sheer white chiffon shawl lightly draped over her fair and delicate shoulders, exuding an allure of subtle temptation, as if her beauty were half-concealed behind a veil.
Her hair was elegantly pinned up, with a diagonally-placed Glass-type Violet hairpin inserted into her bun. A few strands of hair fell softly on either side of her forehead, adding a touch of femininity and grace.
Today, her petite face bore traces of light makeup — brows like distant mountains, a face as radiant as blossoming peach flowers. Though her water-like eyes could not see, a hint of mystery lingered within them, adding an inexplicable charm rather than despair to her expression.
A woman like this, pure yet sophisticated, enchanting yet captivating, was a beauty no man could ever resist.
