Hua Xianyue

The white cotton dress she wore was already torn to shreds and her hair was mussed by the wind as she ran for her life, but this all did nothing to affect this woman’s beauty. She was like the moon maiden Chang’e if she were to step out of the moon. Though she was running for her life, she exuded an air of spiritual beauty.

Her features were refined and shapely; her body was straight and tall; and her figure wasn’t full and explosive, but gentle, beautiful, and harmonious. In particular, the long torn dress she wore revealed a bit of soft white skin that was like fresh first snow, it was exquisitely fair and clear without a speck of dust.