Her voice was soft and exceedingly charming. As Zhao Xing extended his hand, he unconsciously paused and turned to look towards the source of the voice.
He suddenly saw a young girl appear at one end of the brook.
Her face was pretty, and her eyes were clear and bright; she was dressed in white, with floating ribbons at her waist, as if carrying an ethereal aura.
With slightly parted red lips, she called him "brother" in a sweet voice, then raised her fair arms to wave, her smile innocent.
It seemed as if she had been waiting a long time to see her beloved, as she started running towards him.
"You're calling me?"
Zhao Xing hesitated for a moment but still picked up the Red Fruit.
Seeing his action, a flicker of unusual color passed through the girl's eyes, and she quickened her steps.
At the same time, her wrist bangles jingled, sending out a series of crisp, pleasant bell sounds.
