In the Quiet Water Prison, though weak in body and divine soul, her exquisite figure, proud posture, and peerless grace remained undiminished. Faced with the elder's reply, the woman showed neither despair nor defiance.
Beneath her arched, distant-mountain brows, her autumn-water eyes brimmed with light, reflecting the figure of a man as gentle as jade.
A gentle smile touched the corners of her lips. Perhaps from exhaustion, her voice lost its softness and regal air, turning somewhat hoarse:
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