Yun Xiangxiang smiled at him. She waved her hand and the veil danced in the air. Her slender waist, slender arms, and long, straight legs danced in the wind.
The wind blew gently, and the occasional peach blossom flew over and became her embellishment.
She wore a dark green dress, and behind her was a towering peak, blooming with clusters of bright peach blossoms.
Amidst the intoxicating pink, her vivid jade-green color was like a pool of clear water flowing in her heart. It made people feel relaxed and happy, and it was sweet to the heart.
There was no melody, nor was there a pattern. She just danced as she pleased.
She was like a butterfly that was about to fly. She could spin and disappear at any time, causing song Mian to want to trap her by his side for a moment. He was not allowed to go anywhere. The impulse of being afraid of losing her almost swallowed his rationality.
Love, care, was probably something that could not be controlled.
