“The moon is like a sea without smoke at its depths, just like West Lake beneath a snowy sky.
The most beautiful woman in the Drunken Mist Pavilion, Mingyue Wubian,
Cool and aloof, pure and spotless. Even Chang'e beneath the moon and the fairy who treads the waves are no match for her.”
Mingyue Wubian's gloomy face betrayed no expression. Head bowed, she looked listless.
Only her eyes seemed to hold both pride and sorrow.
