Lifting his gaze, he saw a woman dressed in plain white brocade standing by the window. Her fair hands pressed against the windowsill, slightly pushing out the proud, semi-circular curves of her chest. Her unadorned, fresh, and beautiful face turned toward the sky, eyes closed as she took deep breaths of the fresh air from outside.
This woman was beautiful—as beautiful as his three wives and concubines at home.
Yet her beauty possessed a different style.
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