Qiao Mu saw a white-clothed youth around 18 or 19 standing at the bow. He was gazing at the surface of the river with his hands behind his back.
He was as refreshing as the moonlight and stood erect like bamboo.
The river breeze made his white robes and long hair sway by his waist.
His chilly gaze was extremely nonchalant under the glow of the lanterns. He just slowly drifted past her boat like this.
Qiao Mu had already tossed a new emerald-colored bead into the air. As a result, she saw…
That bead landed right on the bow of the boat across from her. It rolled all the way to the youth's feet.
The youth glanced indifferently in her direction. His expression was frosty, and from the way he looked at her, it was as if he was looking at a dirty rag.
Qiaoqiao blinked. She then looked expressionlessly at the remaining beads in her hand and tossed them all into the river at once.
