C305 Flowing Light

Atop a mountain peak, within a secluded courtyard, Lu Wushuang's captivating eyes gazed into the distance. Adorned in a crimson palace gown, her waterfall-like black hair was loosely tied at the nape of her neck. A gentle breeze caressed her, sending wisps of hair dancing in the air, endowing her with an ethereal grace akin to a celestial being untouched by worldly concerns