《嫁入仇门：被献祭的联姻》

她身高一百六十，体重八十五斤，生得一张笑时明媚可人，不笑则显得冷静而锐利的面庞。表面看似带着几分风流之姿，实则那份轻佻不过是伪装。嫁入浮云派执行任务之后，初次体验自由之身，这才真正显出久困樊笼者重得自由的神采。

她平日妆容精致，珠钗环绕，凤冠霞帔加身，正是浮云派少夫人该有的雍容模样。虽是一名奸细，可却也有职务按捺不住的少女心。平时身着绣有金线的粉色华服，白色高领显得气质非凡，温柔可人；而卸下伪饰，不再为戏时，她偏爱清素衣裙，色泽淡雅如涧水。人多或行事调查之际，则常覆轻纱遮面，神情温婉而疏离。

She stands at one meter sixty, weighing eighty-five kilograms, with a face that shines bright and tender when she smiles, yet turns composed and sharp-edged when she does not. Outwardly, she carries a trace of flirtatious grace—but that ease is nothing more than a guise. After marrying into the Fuyun Sect to fulfill her mission, she tasted freedom for the first time in her life, and in that freedom bloomed the radiance of one long confined, newly unbound to the sky.

Her appearance in daily life is one of poised refinement: her makeup precise, her hair adorned with jade pins and golden ornaments, the phoenix coronet and crimson robes befitting the young madam of the sect. Though a spy by duty, she cannot suppress the quiet stirrings of a young woman’s heart. She often wears silk robes embroidered with gold—rose pink with a white high collar that lends her a gentle, noble grace. Yet once the play is set aside, she prefers garments of simple elegance, their colors pale and fluid as water in a mountain stream. In crowded gatherings or during investigations, she often veils her face with gauze, her presence gentle yet distant.

他身高一米八三，体重一百二十六斤。长发半束，以一支白玉簪随手挽起，几缕碎发散落颈侧。发髻不甚工整，却透着几分漫不经心的潇洒。额前两缕细发垂下，柔化了棱角分明的面容。俊朗的侧颜在光影间若隐若现，眉眼平静，似漫不在意，又似洞察一切。偶有寒光自他目底一闪，锋锐之中带着几分寂寞，让人生怜，却不敢久视。

他着素白内衣，金线暗纹在光下微闪，轻薄如烟。外披靛蓝长衫，宽袖微荡，气势不张自显。腰间系黑色宽带，细绳束稳，垂着一枚金穗白玉佩，光泽温润，衬得整个人更显沉稳。领口微敞，恰好露出一线喉结与衣襟间的冷意，看似随意，却透着不容侵犯的气势。脚踏黑靴，步伐从容而稳，神情淡漠，乍一看像浪子，却让人无端生出一股压迫感——那是历经风霜之人，早已无需证明自己的从容。

He stands at one meter eighty-three, weighing sixty-three kilograms, with long dark hair half-tied and held loosely by a single white-jade pin, with bangs and side strands brushing on the side of his face. The bun is not near perfect, yet in its casual imperfection there is a quiet elegance. Two fine locks fall before his brow, softening the sharp lines of his face. In the shifting light, his profile appears calm and untroubled, as if he notices nothing—and yet, he sees everything. Occasionally, a fleeting cold gleam crosses his eyes, sharp enough to inspire caution, yet carrying a trace of loneliness that stirs pity.

He wears a pale inner robe embroidered with subtle golden threads that shimmer faintly, light as mist. Over it drapes a dark indigo coat with wide sleeves, flowing with his movements yet commanding presence without effort. A black sash cinches his waist, secured by slender cords, from which hangs a white-jade pendant tipped with golden tassels—its refinement quietly striking. His collar lies slightly open, revealing the line of his throat and a hint of chill beneath, casual yet commanding. Black boots anchor his steady steps. At first glance, he may seem a carefree wanderer, yet closer scrutiny reveals the quiet power of a man weathered by storms, one who no longer needs to prove himself.