Dongfang Qingcheng stared at the slender figure in the hall, her soft hair, delicate ears and gently trembling eyelashes.
Exactly the same, she stood before him lively and pretty, exactly the same as then.
He hadn't had a good look at her for a long time.
All in all... It's been ten years...
The last time I saw her, the country was destroyed and the city was destroyed. She was hanging dead on a high city wall, and the golden phoenix robe on her body was in tatters...