In the dim inner hall, a figure in water-green stood before the brightly lit window. The cool moonlight cascaded over her, blending tenderness and resolve into her demeanor. These two contrasting qualities existed in her simultaneously, yet felt entirely natural.
Baili Moqing looked at that retreating figure, utterly unable to reconcile it with the stout frame stored in his memory.
Clearly, these were two different people...
Chapter 290