After school, Si Lingle headed towards the meeting place with Meng Ling.
Meng Ling stood by the fountain at the Magic Academy, water droplets dancing on her fingertips, refracting the morning light into tiny fragments of blue.
Eighteen-year-old Meng Ling had silver-blue hair reaching her waist, the ends always slightly curled, like silk soaked in mist, gleaming with a pearly sheen under the sunlight.
Her skin was so fair it seemed almost transparent, faint blue veins visible like streams flowing under ice.
Most captivating were her eyes—the irises showed a peculiar gradient, transitioning from deep sea blue at the center to light lake hues at the edges, as if a lake illuminated by moonlight lay within.
Upon seeing Si Lingle approach, Meng Ling quickly used magic to convey a message: "Don't come too close, we don't want anyone suspecting we know each other."
Si Lingle sat on the other side of the fountain, asking via transmitted voice, "What's the matter?"
