C299 Soong Shuyao

At just eighteen or nineteen years old, her beauty was captivating. Her long, raven-black hair tumbled down her back like a waterfall.

She wore a green dress that glowed softly, her skin tender and smooth as jade.

Her eyes were gently closed, hands resting lightly on her knees. Amid the river's swift currents, she was as motionless as a stone statue, her jade earrings just as still