Flowing Waters, Elegant Grace

Sloping shoulders, a slender waist, and a tall, graceful figure. She wore a simple, elegant skirt patterned with scattered flowers on a flowing-cloud background. Her phoenix-shaped eyes were narrow and slanted, beneath willow-leaf brows that tapered at the ends. Of her ink-black hair, only two loose locks fell over her shoulders; the rest was swept into a simple bun with a glass hairpin. Her jade-like face bore not a trace of makeup, yet she seemed so aloof from the world, so incomparably beautiful.

A woman whose beauty could outshine all others, yet whose sorrows would not untangle.

Who could smooth away the worry between her brows

and make her smile with joy?

I want to forget some unhappy things.

I want to find a reason to let myself dream.

I've read countless transmigration stories.

Since this is my first time putting pen to paper, of course I'll write the kind of transmigration story I love most.

There are already so many stories about people from the present transmigrating to ancient times, so this one goes the other way, from ancient times to the present.

My writing is a little awkward.

Updates are irregular.

Please bear with me.