The silver light filtered through the vermilion window, casting a glow on the girl's jade-like toes inside the tent.

Li Qingran held the fabric that felt as light as air, her fingers sinking into the cloud-like silk.

"So this is the white silk Master mentioned? It's said to be woven from the silk of the rare Western Region's thousand-year-old Listening Winter Silkworm..." She curiously rubbed the thin stocking against her cheek, the cool and smooth texture sending a shiver that tinged her earlobes with a rosy hue.

Master had just briefly explained how to wear it.