chapter 111 "World Ode of the Phoenix·Fragmentary Volume" 6 ===

squeak

The bamboo door of the house was carefully pushed open, and a slender woman walked in carrying a bamboo basin filled with washed clothes. She looked to be twenty-three or fourteen years old, but she showed the fragility and pity that only a fifteen-year-old girl could have. She was as quiet and delicate as a bright hibiscus under the moon. She was dressed in gray and white coarse cloth, but it could not hide her dazzling beauty like the stars in the night sky and her aura...