The little girl was sporting two high ponytails and was dressed in a yellow skirt. She hopped towards Jing Yiran and spoke in a cheerful voice with her grape sized eyes wide open. "Brother Jing, what are you doing here? You haven't been here in such a long time. I missed you!"
Jing Yiran feared nothing or nobody. He didn't fear Jing Zhongxiu who was strict and serious or Jing Yichen who broke his bones, every now and then. But he feared this innocent and lovely woman who "pretended to be young"!
She was already 26 years old, but her voice and looks, plus her intelligence, all resembled a girl in her teens. It seemed that time had stayed still for her.
But sometimes she could be different too.
Sometimes, she could be less vivacious than she was right now and not be so innocent and naïve. Instead, she could be powerful and horrifying.
