In the heart of the park, Feng Xiyi, a young woman of elegance and grace, stood with an air of composure that belied her inner excitement.
Her brown, curly hair tumbled in loose waves, partially shrouded by a vivid red scarf that created a striking contrast with the wintry surroundings.
Despite the biting cold, she had chosen an outfit that spoke of her refined taste and unwavering determination.
By her side, Fei Yun, a figure of hidden allure, exuded an air of quiet confidence.
Her long, obsidian-black hair cascaded gracefully in the chilly breeze, and her eyes held a depth of secrets that only she could fully grasp.
Her actions hinted at a profound complexity, tinged with a trace of guilt, revealing a labyrinthine web of motivations.
As they waited in anticipation of Wu Shenji's arrival, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation.
