On this particular evening, Meng Hao was walking along in an area near the edge of the One Hundred Mountains. He lifted his head up, and saw a woman standing atop one of the mountains off in the distance. She wore a black robe, and stood upon a stone pillar which jutted up from the mountain. The wind caused her garment, as well as her long black hair, to flutter about her. The instant Meng Hao saw her face, his mind trembled.
This woman was beautiful, but cold and cheerless….
He had been searching for her everywhere, and then suddenly, here she was, floating in the wind.
Her expression was one of blankness. She stood on the stone pillar, looking like she wanted to float away.