Autumn winds in gusts.
In the rustling sounds of the bamboo forest, on the empty ground of the lonely pavilion, stood a woman who seemed like a fairy among mortals, her dress and sleeves fluttering among the falling leaves.
Her long black hair was pinned up, entwined with a ribbon blushed with purple, elegantly dangling from it.
On the flawless visage of the autumn-eyed lady, beneath her left eye, there was a faint mole resembling a tear.
Far from marring her beauty, resembling an unmatched Qinglian, it instead added a captivating touch that made her even more memorable.
At that moment, her limpid autumn eyes stared unblinkingly at the elderly man inside the pavilion.
By her side stood a pretty, fairy-like young maiden, lifting her chin slightly, sharing her mistress's indignation.
In fact, the young girl was just then daydreaming, counting the days until her next visit to a certain blockhead, vexed by how slowly time seemed to crawl, which hadn't seemed the case before.
