Qin Yu hadn't expected that the very first one to stumble onto him would actually be Lin Shuishui.
Maybe it was because there were maidservants delivering all kinds of spirit fruits every day now, the young girl was looking more and more fresh and radiant.
That little face—smooth, delicate, rounded and lovely—was like a rose petal soaked in the morning dew all year long, tinged with a faint pink flush; or as if bathed daily in silky milk, shining with a soft and enticing glow. Beneath her skin, you could vaguely see the fine vessels gently pulsing, as if a gentle pinch could make water spill out.
Especially those bright eyes of hers—when she smiled, they looked just like crescent moons in the sky, clear and flawless, innocent and pure. Every glance could make your heart ache with tenderness, leaving you wanting to scoop her gently into your arms, cherish her, and shower her with every kind of affection in the world.
