"Are you him?"
When the young girl spoke these words, her eyes clearly brimmed with tears, her vision cloudy with mist, carrying traces of longing, of hope, of a trembling heart. Her delicate voice quivered as she gazed at Ye Chen.
At that moment, a gentle breeze wafted by, blowing away the black cloak that covered her head and revealing the girl's true face, along with a cascade of soft, azure hair spilling down.
Just as he had predicted earlier, she was indeed a young girl - appearing no more than sixteen or seventeen during her blossoming age, quite young, yet her beauty was such that it could overturn states and outshine the world.
With three thousand strands flowing like a waterfall, her azure hair reached down to her charming hips, lustrous and sleek.