It felt as if a white light flashed through her mind, like lightning piercing through dark clouds.
Her flawless white feet rested on the wooden floor, inexplicably exuding the pure sensation of a little mermaid stepping onto land for the first time.
The clothes she wore were a bit oversized, her tightly bound ponytail became loose from a nap, and her face, which he had longed for over a millennium, carried a hint of confusion and innocence, like a lotus opening after the rain.
She woke up in her own home and stood at the door listening to her own zither playing, everything seemed like a dream.
Lin Wanwan followed his gaze downwards, instantly feeling awkward, retracting her foot, turned around silently and ran up to the attic to find slippers.
Xiao Chong's Adam's apple moved slightly, his tense throat returned to normal, and he found the way Lin Wanwan escaped to be somewhat amusing.
