She raised her head, her face fully revealed in the light. Hers was an elegant beauty with a distinctly Eastern charm: skin as fine as fresh snow and new porcelain, and beneath her smooth forehead, eyes like cold stars reflected in autumn waters. Her irises were pure black, and when she looked at someone, they held a natural detachment and clarity, as though reflecting the faintest stray thoughts in their heart. Her nose was straight and delicate, her lips full and naturally rosy without a hint of makeup. Now, pressed together ever so slightly, they lent her the stern, cool air of a teacher. The novel makes a huge leap from urban fiction to fantasy.
