As the purple haze led the way, its slender waist swayed gently like a willow.
This was not a deliberate affectation, but rather the charm that unfolds as each girl matures, beginning to attract the gaze of the opposite sex.
With each step she took, a golden powder puff resembling a flower stigma appeared on the ground, perfumed with a captivating scent.
It was evident that the soles of her floral clogs were hollowed to leave floral imprints, filled with golden pollen.
The warm breeze softly fluttered the hem of her skirt, adorned with lines of elegant seal script, dancing like butterflies among flowers.
This graceful and refined gait exuded an ethereal aura, causing the Ninth Prince's gaze to grow increasingly direct.
