Mù Qiānxún first met a man who astonished her as if he descended from heaven.
It was Gong Heng.
His lofty presence, untouched by dust, moved as if a banished immortal descended to earth.
He truly was like an immortal!
Beside him stood a woman with a perfect, adorable doll-like face, unrecognizably a mother of two, petite and exquisitely delicate, standing by Gong Heng's side, presenting a mix of asceticism and tranquility.
Then, look at their little angels.
True little angels, indeed!
Even their names were incredibly endearing.
Little Moon and Little Sun.
Such loving names.
Inviting Little Moon and Little Sun as flower children would surely make history.
Mù Qiānxún watched in plain sight as Little Sun and Little Moon escorted her dearest mother, Mu Xin, to Jin Shi.
Jin Shi's silhouette flashed with brilliance, radiating splendor as Mu Xin walked up to him and placed her delicate hand in his.
One gentle and moving.
Another, dignified and cool.
