In a residence on East Street, Qingyi stood staring blankly at a dry well in the courtyard.
Her long, raven hair draped over her shoulders, and she wore a soft, willow-green dress that clung to her slender, graceful frame. With her delicate features, she was a beauty in every sense of the word.
"Well, well. Who do I see? A face from the past, I believe." A flippant, feminine voice cut through the air.
Chapter 60