When Helanzhi slowly descended the stairs of the small building, a strand of hair from her usually tied-up ponytail fell across her shoulder. Against her spirited and heroic face, it added a touch of gentleness.
Her face, which usually sparkled with bright, lively eyes, was now burning crimson, and even her eyelashes fluttered rapidly, revealing an air of profound ambiguity.
The palace attendants waiting to the side were startled; they lowered their heads even further, not daring to cast a single glance.
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