Morning light, like a nimble sprite, pierced the stained-glass windows of the church, casting star-like, dappled specks of light across the gilt mithril tableware. Ye Feng massaged his aching neck and slowly sat up. The sight before him left him momentarily stunned: Luna was pouring black tea from a ruby-red enamel teapot, the amber liquid rippling in the bone china cup. Amidst the swirling mist, the girl's profile as she lowered her gaze seemed faintly brushed with a divine halo.
"Drink some chamomile tea." Luna handed over the cup. As her wrists turned, a faint, serene wisp of ambergris drifted from her sleeves. Ye Feng's gaze was involuntarily drawn to her swaying locks; her silver hair shimmered with a moonlight luster, and as the ends drifted without a breeze, a fine trace of stardust seemed to scatter, as though stars from the night sky had fallen into the mortal realm.
Most startling of all were her eyes. The once crystal-clear azure iris had transformed into a ceaselessly swirling liquid gold. Each time her eyelashes fluttered, a ring of mithril patterns rippled outward, resembling an ancient magic circle silently whispering of mysterious power. Ye Feng clearly remembered that previously, Luna's pupils would only turn to a dazzling molten gold when she was emotionally volatile or channeling her abilities. Yet what lay before him now was a bizarre hue resting somewhere between the two.
Chapter 63