Yan Xiaoshuang hovered in mid-air, a hand raised to shield her face as she dispersed the blue bruising from the blow.
She was a woman of exquisite beauty—her dark hair cascading like a veil of mist over silk, her brows delicate, her eyes enchanting. She possessed the refined elegance of a fairy who leaves a lotus in her wake with every step.
She was just a little swollen.
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