Deep Meditation

Beneath the hood, a cascade of silver hair fell gently, and for the first time, Limon took a closer look at Teresa's face.

The light in the room was somewhat dim, yet it couldn't conceal Teresa's breathtaking beauty.

Although elves were known for their comely faces, oval visages, and soft contours, Teresa seemed even more distinctive.

For Teresa's complexion was fairer and her features more elegant, lending her an air of grace against the backdrop of her long, silvery-white hair.

It was quite unexpected. When Teresa had donned the hood, she had given Limon the impression of being merely delicate and pretty, much like an ordinary elf. But now, Teresa presented a wholly different aura.

It was a bit astonishing, and after a brief moment of being taken aback, Limon's expression regained its composure.

She moved with a light step and came to Limon's side.

Her lips parted slightly, and she murmured softly, "My lord, let me assist you."