After swallowing a sweet but not cloying cake, Xiao Lin gave Murong Lengyue a faint smile, with a devilish curve at the corner of his mouth, looking so perfect in Murong Lengyue's eyes. When did this man grow to be someone with such personal charm? Her memory instantly shifted to her childhood.
She couldn't remember how big the garden was, only felt that no matter how she ran, she couldn't reach the edge of the garden. She couldn't find her way back, nor could she hear the music of the ball or the conversation and laughter of the adults.
In this forest, everywhere were tall trees, various shades of green, no bird calls, no insect sounds, the scenes from a cartoon drifts through her mind. Her small hand touched a big tree, and Murong Lengyue thought, if she continued to walk inside, would she see a wooden cabin, would there be dwarfs, witches flying around on broomsticks, or perhaps glowing elves with transparent wings?
