If it weren't for Lin Fan growing up with the little junior sister, anyone else would think this faint pink figure by the lake was a fairy descending from the Immortal Realm.
Countless memories surged into Lin Fan's heart once again. The time when he peeked at her bathing, and after being discovered, she shyly told him not to do it again in the future. When he went down the mountain, she stood on a crooked-neck tree, gazing at the silhouette of his distant figure. Now, she stood right in front of him.
Little junior sister, Lin Qianxiao!!!
Lin Fan had prepared countless times for the moment he would see his little junior sister again, but being in the situation, he felt as if the strength was drawn out of him, rendering him somewhat helpless!
The little junior sister didn't speak or turn around. Lin Fan slowly walked over, standing three steps behind her, greedily inhaling the subtle fragrance from her, feeling an indescribable fulfillment in his otherwise empty heart.
