Ran Qingqing looked at the girl sitting on the swing and was instantly captivated.
She was wearing a very simple and clean white dress, and her small face was like the most exquisite piece of art in the world, with just the right amount of both reality and enchantment.
Every feature was perfectly balanced, with long eyelashes and beautiful eyes resembling the brightest lakes in the night sky, or two full moons reflected in the Spiritual Pool, brimming with endless vivacity and Immortal Energy.
The dots of firefly light in the Ancient Forest decorated her surroundings, and the beautiful Spirit Butterflies clustered around her, making her seem like a fairy from a dream, fallen from the sky.
Her big, lively eyes were gleaming, scanning over her.
Despite having a heart that had long been calm and unwavering, Ran Qingqing felt a bit flustered at this moment upon meeting this gaze.
In these eyes, she saw an unparalleled aura of intelligence and charm in the young girl.
