In the height of summer, the nights are short. It is already night fading away, and dawn breaks in the east. Amid the rising morning light, a young girl stands gracefully, slightly pouting.
Jiang Baitao has just turned fourteen this year, in the blossoming years of youth, shedding the innocence of childhood and gradually awakening the freshness of adolescence.
With spots of rosy light and shimmering water, the young girl wears a light blue gown, adorned with four Silver Feathers on her arm. Her figure is slender and graceful. The Flying-Immortal Bun on her head, with two small braids dangling down, adds a playful and adorable charm.
Her skin is snow-like, lips painted vermilion, features delicate and charming. Especially her pair of lively and mischievous eyes, which leave a deep impression, inspiring affection.
A graceful young girl, like a peach blossom budding, or spring water just born, this pure and translucent, dreamy youthful beauty particularly captivates.
