Shimmering Shadows

“Why do the other flower spirits become both beautiful and noble when they take human form, while I turn out so hideous?” Before I could grow flustered and disappointed, a sudden sigh interrupted my thoughts.

“Tsk, tsk. They say the flower spirits of Wuyou Valley are the most breathtaking beauties in all three realms. What a pity that you’re the exception!”

I followed the sound and saw a man in white standing at the entrance to the corridor, holding a fan and leaning against the railing.

I turned around, and only under the moonlight could I make out his features: thick, jet-black hair, a pair of blue eyes beneath sharply arched brows, and long, narrow eyes that brimmed with charm. He wore a moon-white satin robe, its collar edged with silver magnolia embroidery. He was fanning himself now, looking at me with an amused expression…