“Who are you?” Cai Ruolan asked the woman in white dress seating before her for the fourth time.
The woman always seemed to change the topic whenever Cai Ruolan asked her who she was, yet she called her ‘Dear’ or ‘My daughter’
Their environment was white, the trees, the plants and even the soil. Cai Ruolan felt that the place was covered in snow. But it was white naturally.
If the beautiful woman was probably a human being, then Cai Ruolan would guess that perhaps she was in her mid forties. But she was not a human being, and she wasn’t sure if spirits actually counts their ages.
This woman might probably be a thousand years old. Who knows?
She was also very beautiful and got a long straight onyx black hair in which some strands seems to be glued on her forehead, her beautiful delicate white face made her look very innocent, she also got thin and blazing red lips that Cai Ruolan couldn’t help but wonder if she had applied some red berries on them.
