Fu Manman circled around Xianchan, looking up and down, touching here and there, her eyes filled with puzzlement and curiosity.
Xianchan sat properly in front of the dressing mirror, looking at her reflection, showing an adorable and charming smile.
Fan Wubing leaned against the window, said helplessly, "If you want to ask something, just ask, stop wandering around."
Fu Manman pondered for a moment, "Chan'Er looks strange today."
"How so?"
"Feels like she's somehow very far away."
"What kind of description is that?"
Fu Manman thought, "It's that kind of feeling, obviously she's standing in front of you, yet she's so dreamlike, ethereal, and vague."
"Seeing flowers in the fog? Peering at dragons in the rain?"
"Yes, that's exactly the feeling."
