In front of outsiders, she is Dugu Luoxue.
She is still the representative figure who advocates the path of abstinence.
Not the slightest vulgarity is permitted.
The woman silently recited the Meditation Mantra, her fingertips brushing through the strands of her damp hair, as if tidying her thoughts while attempting to ease the ripples within her heart.
Once everything settled, Dugu Luoxue lay back down on the bed again.
Instinctively, she reached for Jiang Shouzhong's robe.
Clutching it tightly to her chest.
The surroundings were utterly silent, leaving only the sound of breathing and the echo of heartbeats, permeating the space with an indescribable subtle atmosphere.
"Who am I really…"
Dugu Luoxue let out a slight sigh.
...
Qu Hongling woke from her dreams to find Dugu Luoxue seated before the vanity, combing her hair.
The faint morning light streamed through the lattice window, softly draping her in a veil of golden silk.
