The large elm tree was as green as a pine, covering every inch of shade beneath it. Occasionally, mischievous morning light penetrated through the gaps between the branches, falling upon the tips of the young girl's hair and the hem of her dress, like a leaping elf surrounding a fairy who had descended to the mortal world.
All the fans and audiences' first impressions of Ming Jing originated from here, and it was unforgettable for a lifetime.
She was like a fairy from heaven, pure and untainted, transcending the mundane, and it was difficult to describe even a fraction of her charm with worldly words.
At this moment, many people were rendered speechless.
Qu Feitai's pupils constricted slightly, and his heart felt like being on a roller coaster, experiencing the impact of rising from the lowest point to the climax, which no one could understand.
