Two fairy-like figures were rowing a boat, and in the middle sat a foreign girl whose arm faintly showed the red of blood; it seemed she was injured.
Just as Weisheng Yueren surfaced to breathe, he seemed to sense something and swiftly turned to look behind him, spotting at once the touch of green that pierced his heart with freshness.
The person, who was already unimaginably beautiful, now swam freely in the water, his previously shiny black hair now soft and clinging to his face, droplets continuously falling from his strands. His sword-like eyebrows slanted heroically above his sharp, dark eyes, and his thin, lightly pursed lips were set in a sharply contoured face. This captivating image at the moment was like that of the legendary mermaids in fairy tales, unconsciously drawing one in with profound attraction.
