What took Shen Yi's attention the most was her big, round brown eyes that stared at him as if it could see through his soul. Her eyes spoke of a beautiful soul filled with the innocence of the world around her.
Her hair was as if waves of pure earth, softly reflecting the light above them; each strand moving freely in as she tilted her head, a compliment to her stillness. With eyes as clear as the river waters in glossy serenity, her aura seeped like the summer air between them.
At that moment—in that fraction of time, her smile was alluring; and the young Shen Yi felt that he had found his home.
"Who are you?" the girl asked, blinking as she waited for the older kid to speak; but he didn't. "Why are you staring at me?" was her next question when the boy didn't respond.
