Only a pointed head peeked out, with youthful face and silver hair. A Daoist Mixed Yuan sash was pressed against his full head of white strands.,Right after she woke up, Ou Yang Rong tried to strike up a conversation with her. The girl didn't say a word, only flashing a pair of eyes like autumn water flowing through streams between the space between her knees and slender arms.,As the postgraduate hopeful was about to throw another dice, his body suddenly stiffened. He lowered his eyes and silently looked down at himself, noticing the unfamiliar Confucian robe he had always tried to ignore.。