She wore a short green skirt, revealing her fair shoulders. Her figure was graceful, her face as bright as the moon. Beneath her gently curved, willow-like brows was a pair of exquisite, enchanting eyes that seemed as if they could speak.
Her slender, fair legs tapped lightly on a few large rocks. Like a graceful swan, the young woman floated down before the group, her movements impossibly light and nimble.
As soon as she appeared, Duan Ren's face paled, and he wisely shut his mouth.
A shadow passed over Fu Yuling's face as well. Although she was beautiful and striking, she was instantly eclipsed by the elegant, captivating beauty in the green skirt.
Ye Xuan even saw a hint of gravity in Zuo Liu's eyes.
"I'm not late, am I?" the young woman asked as she drew near, her faint smile uncommonly refreshing.
