Feng Jinghan sat down on the rock, surrounded by blooming grass. He seemed somewhat out of place in this setting.
He quietly gazed at the river flowing before him. His entry into the spirit clan was also owing to this river.
He had been swept by the river's current into the spiritual clan, and at that time, he had been severely injured.
However, his first encounter with Lin Xiaozhu remains vivid in his memory, as if it had happened just yesterday.
Her beautiful, big eyes sparkled like precious gems. Her thick eyelashes enhanced her radiant eyes. Her face was delicate with distinct features, her nose small and straight, and her lips thin and rosy.
Her dark hair was tied at the back of her head, with a light blue crystal bead hair accessory sweeping across her forehead, making her look like a fairy who had accidentally strayed into the human world.
At that time, he had wondered if he was about to die and a fairy had come to guide him to the underworld.
