Petals fell onto Emma Smith's long hair, the pages of her book, and her body. The sun filtered through layers of branches, casting speckles of light that danced upon her jade-like cheeks. With the scent of violets and the sound of flowing water around her, she was like the most beautiful painting.
Involuntarily, a verse of poetry flashed through his mind: "I remember her green dress, cherishing all the fragrant grass."
After seeing her in such a tranquil and ethereal pose, he couldn't resist his inner desire and secretly took a photo of her by the stream!
He would never forget that after seeing this gentle side of her, his heart fell into the deepest ocean and drowned in her purity and tenderness.
"I remember her green dress, cherishing all the fragrant grass... I remember her green dress, cherishing all the fragrant grass..." He trembled as he held the photo album, the scenes flashing through his mind like a television drama.
