The time it took to lift the curtain was too long; the guard at the palace gates had already seen her face clearly.
The guard's expression was filled with astonishment, his slack jaw almost drooling.
Lin Jin was already used to this.
She knew her beauty could topple cities. Every time she looked in the mirror, she would wonder why the heavens were so partial to her, gifting her with this near-perfect face.
Her eyes were large, resembling slightly drooped almonds, with a tiny tear-shaped mole at the corner that made her seem especially pitiful and endearing.
Her skin was as white and smooth as milk, untouched by makeup, without a single visible pore.
Her lips were naturally the color of cherry blossoms, vibrant and irresistible even without any effort to embellish them.
Since she turned twelve, every time she left the house, she had to wear a veil hat.
