Chapter 688: The Child is His

A hint of golden light reflected from the woman's body. The sound of a bronze bell faded away with her footsteps. The sound of that bell! Underneath the mask, the man's face was filled with astonishment and disbelief. On a summer afternoon, a touch of crimson sunset shone through the rose-shaped window into the room, casting colorful patches of light on the golden floor. It resembled a medieval church painted by Western artists, both antique and magnificent. Amidst the fragmented and hazy light and shadow, a slender and graceful figure was reflected on the ground. Her skirt unfolded like a blooming flower as she spun around. Kelvin could never forget the moment he pushed open the door and caught a glimpse of a graceful figure dancing. Behind her was a world of golden splendor, and beneath her feet were colorful and enchanting lights. She was so beautiful, like a fairy, or perhaps more like the enchantresses described in "Liaozhai." Her fair feet stepped on the ground, occasi