Silver, long tresses that cascaded like a waterfall from the treetops swayed gently in the night breeze.
That hair was beautiful.
Luo Meng's aesthetic differed from that of ordinary humans; he preferred those strong, twisted, bizarre, and terrifying mothers covered in hair, but he still found this hair extraordinarily pretty.
What truly surprised Luo Meng, however, was that this long hair even gave him a familiar sensation, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
He did not rush to act but slowly lifted his gaze with a strange emotion, and quickly, a familiar, slender silhouette appeared before Luo Meng.
It was a very beautiful woman.
Under the hazy moonlight, she was as enchanting as an Elf in the forest.
She sat quietly on the trunk, her small, pristine jade feet gently swaying in mid-air.
She wore a long black dress, and above that was a beautiful face almost breathtaking, complemented by a pair of crimson, bewitching eyes.
