The gloomy sky hung low, and the dark clouds were like heavy blocks of lead, almost brushing the mountain peaks. The gale howled through the valley, whipping the wild grass and withered vines into a frenzy. Deep in this remote valley stood a dilapidated thatched hut, swaying in the wind as if the next gust would tear it apart completely.
Inside, Lu Xue sat quietly by the window. She wore plain clothes. Though the fabric was worn, it could not conceal her graceful figure. Yet there was a hard edge to that grace, like the strange rocks surrounding the hut. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, her skin as white as snow, her nose straight, and her lips...
