She was unparalleled in beauty, like a lustrous pearl emitting radiant light, transcendental and ethereal, with skin as fair as jade and a natural celestial grace about her. Her features were nearly perfect, without a single flaw—she was one of the most beautiful women Han Li had ever seen.
Qiu Shuhui's beauty was extreme, giving the impression she was only in her mid-twenties, yet her whole being exuded an enchanting temperament. She was born with a seductive charm, yet her delicate face was cold and refined.
Her skin was whiter than snow, her body glowed with divine light, as though frosted over, and her figure was slender and graceful, like the Nine Heavenly Immortal Jade intricately carved and polished.
Her three thousand strands of black hair cascaded down to her waist, and her white dress was purer than snow. Merely standing there, she gave Han Li a sense that she was otherworldly and purer than any goddess—she was a peerless beauty.