Just after that, he saw a beautiful girl appear at the stairway on the second floor.
She had fair skin and her long black hair was obviously conscientiously put in order as it rested neatly on her shoulders. She had on an elegant, pastel-colored dress and looked poised in it.
Wonder and joy could be seen in her eyes as she looked at Pei Ziheng. "Big Cousin, you're here."
She held her long dress up and walked down the stairs elegantly, like a beautifully bloomed lily in the wind.
Pei Ziheng introduced her to Xia Ling. "This is Pei Jingyu, a younger cousin of mine. She's 15 this year, just three years older than you. You can call her Sister Jingyu." He then said to Pei Jingyu, "Jingyu, this is Xiao Ling, a child I've just adopted. Take good care of her."
Only then did Pei Jingyu realize that he was holding a little girl's hand.
Her first impression of this little girl was—gorgeous.
