"Little Watermelon, don't float around recklessly. Hurry back. Young Master Yan is going to get angry!" Xiao Guai said helplessly.
Nan Moxin tilted her head to look at the glass room, where Murong Yan stood beneath the glass, watching her. The light and shadow made his face slightly hazy, making it hard to discern his emotions.
Nan Moxin suddenly realized something: she need not be constrained by Murong Yan. She was a Ghost, she could float freely. Hahaha!
This realization lifted her spirits, so she drifted towards the depths of the ocean.
Since childhood, she loved the ocean and had gone diving countless times under the guidance of her daddy, mommy, and brother. But this place was the deep sea, a place humans cannot reach on their own.
Now she could take advantage of the freedom of floating to fully appreciate the beauty of the ocean.
Beautiful corals, lush seaweed, lovely anemones... this was simply a beautiful garden. A garden hidden beneath deep waters.
