The moonlight flowed like water.
A scarlet gown fluttered without a breeze, and her long, ink-black hair fanned wildly around her. With her eyes closed, she hovered in midair, ethereal and mysterious.
As if sensing something, her blood-red eyes flew open, flashing with a sharp gleam. A long sword slid from her sleeve. She moved like a phantom, the sword flowing in her hand like water, and in an instant she was nimble and light.
She had once been a peerless martial arts master, and now her soul had crossed over here alone.
An unfamiliar identity, an unfamiliar world: everything was utterly unlike anything she had known. Here, she was like a newborn baby.
The one thing she could be grateful for was that, in this strange world, she met the right person. Even when the whole world turned away from her, that person still treated her as before and built her a gentle harbor.
