The morning dew was slightly stained, the sky was a little dark, and a pretty figure stood beside a crystal clear river.
Her long hair hangs down to her waist, and her whole body is light and delicate, as if a gust of wind is about to blow her away.
She closed her eyes slightly and looked quietly at the river in front of her.
Until he walked to her side.
"Yanran," his voice was low and hoarse, filled with infinite fatigue.
The woman in front of her is quiet and beautiful, blending in with everything in front of her.
But no matter how she changed, her eyes and the things deep in her soul remained the same as before.
Just one glance will stir up the deepest feelings in his heart, making him unable to control himself.
She turned her head and looked at him. Today, he was wearing a moon-white robe. He was not gorgeous or arrogant, and his whole person was handsome and elegant.
All the hostility in his body dissipated endlessly, he was as pale as a chrysanthemum, and there was a brilliant style like fireworks between his brows.