Chinian was not soaking in the hot spring pool, but only sitting at its edge.
Wearing a beautiful robe—red as the base with light-colored floral prints on it—the collar like a Japanese kimono, stood firmly draped over her shoulders, revealing her tender and fair nape and... a space for wandering thoughts trailing downward.
Her legs were soaking in the pool, with milky white water sprinkled with red petals.
As her legs gently moved in the pool, ripples spread out in circles, stirring people's spirits.
Her yellow hair was simply tied at the back of her head, neither too high nor too low, casual and natural.
From Zhongli Wuzhi's perspective, part of her face showed clear, delicate features, charming and cute. Zhongli Wuzhi had often marveled at her beauty and never stinted on appreciating beautiful things.
However...
Zhongli Wuzhi squinted. Had he seen wrongly? The usually timid and shyly smiling Chinian now had a hint of sadness in her grey eyes.
