The moment flesh touched metal, a surge of acute pain swept through Zhou Li's mind, the excruciating agony nearly brought him to his knees. But he endured, gritting his teeth and backing away a few steps, warily watching the woman before him.
Nine flower stems, small flowers alike, and twisted hair on both temples, adorned with a crown that featured nine small hawks and four phoenixes. Pearls and jade shone atop the crown, a dot of cinnabar on the beauty's forehead, like a blush under the moon.
Vivid red, the garments like rosy clouds, dazzling as the sky's clouds, embroidered with golden phoenixes singing to the heavens, flowers of a hundred colors each vividly lush. The glistening white pearls and jade formed delicate threads that draped around her white and slender neck, looping from the back of the collar to the front of the chest, hanging down to her knees, utterly breathtaking.
The phoenix crown and rosy clouds...