"Zheng..."
A faint piano melody lingered in the air, its ethereal notes echoing deeply.
Crossing the Yining Spring River, venturing into the depths of the Cold Sea, and following the guidance of the icy currents, he finally reached the cold prison and successfully located the designated cell.
The cell door was half-open, and at the threshold of the thick, icy blue gate stood a young maiden who looked somewhat familiar.
She had an oval-shaped face, her eyes closed as she leaned against the icy wall, tilting her head to listen intently to the piano's melody. Two dimples on her cheeks held a dreamy smile.
Her eyelashes were long, dark, and curled; her skin as fair as snow, delicate and smooth, seemingly unblemished. She looked to be no older than twenty in her prime.
As one approached, they could faintly catch the subtle fragrance exuding from her shapely figure—a captivating scent of innocence.
"Miss Dai'er."
