"Waa." Uncle Xiang was not the only one who noticed song qingxiao's actions. The other three also instinctively turned to look at the water.
It was unknown whether it was the reflection of rocks, special soil, or the shadow of light at the bottom of the water that made it impossible to see the true depth of the water. However, the top layer was very clear, which made people happy to see.
Without waiting for uncle Xiang to speak, the young man who had been talking to song qingxiao earlier saw her leisurely swimming and couldn't help but cheer.
The young girl's wrist was long and white, half of it was submerged in the water, making her fingertips appear even more slender and delicate. When reflected in the icy blue Lake water, it was even more pleasing to the eye.
