When the Moonlight Plays a Sonata

A tall golden ponytail fell behind her head. Her figure had graceful, curving lines, and her fair, oval face was framed by eyes of gold like glass, as if they were a star-filled vortex in the heavens. Her flowing white robe was light and airy.

“Is this me?” Chun Shu exclaimed in disbelief at her reflection in the water after transmigrating.