That was the first time he saw her, or the first time he saw her like this. Her yew dress seemed like a ball of purple dye rippling in the clear lake water. It was as hazy and dull as the clear scenery during the rain. The veil covered her big breasts. Half of the face. Under the veil as thin as cicada wings, there was such a vague beauty. Only the eyes were clearly there. They were as enchanting as ghosts. But he didn't have time to recognize them. However, she didn't recognize them either.
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