Chi Ying's small face, twisted in terror, was magnified to its largest...
...
Mu Yin couldn't remember when she fell asleep last night.
When she opened her eyes, sunlight streamed in through the window, casting the pink roses that peeked in a shimmering, fragrant dance.
After two days of recuperation, she felt much recovered.
Gone was the previous feeling of weakness and powerlessness.
Most importantly, her mood had also calmed down considerably.
Going to the Imperial Capital was about to bring a new beginning, or perhaps, a new challenge.
Everything here, including that person.
Would no longer entangle with her.
Mu Yin rolled out of bed, barefoot, walked to the window, and reached for that warm touch of sunlight.
The golden rays pierced her nearly transparent palm, brightening her spirits as well.
Her bare toes slightly curled on the snow-white mink carpet, exuding an enchanting pearly sheen, like a Sprite dancing gracefully among flowers, breathtakingly beautiful.
