Zhu Shi slowly opened her eyes.
Although not in a battle state, her eyes had turned lake blue. Different from the cold eyes she had when facing enemies in the past, her eyes now exhibited a gentle and transcendent clear blue.
She stood on a mountain strewn with rubble, seemingly blending wonderfully with the desolate scenery, like a flower blossoming in a wasteland. Though still dressed in an ordinary white blouse and black skirt, she emanated a natural and sacred aura like that of a priestess from ancient religions.
This aura did not evoke a sense of awe that kept people at bay; on the contrary, I inexplicably felt a desire to trust her and be close to her. Although I already trust and am close to Zhu Shi, that was a matter on another level. Even if I were meeting Zhu Shi for the first time now, I would probably find myself irresistibly lowering my guard and choosing to trust and be close to her.
I couldn't help but be reminded of Little Bowl.