The white mist swirled among the mountain ridges in the early morning, resembling an Immortal Realm.
Han Xinyue woke up early and started a fire to prepare breakfast. In this primitive forest, she seemed to have shed the pampered and opulent air of modern society. She was unafraid of dirt or fatigue, as if she could do anything.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the nearby woods. Han Xinyue, who was gathering firewood, looked toward the sound, and her beautiful eyes trembled involuntarily.
She saw Yao Rao walking slowly toward her, her steps somewhat unsteady, as if her leg was injured. Her long hair was loose and disheveled, her hairband undone, and tear stains marked the corners of her eyes. She had an air of wretched, pitiful beauty.
She was only wearing a vintage, sexy lotus-petal strap bra on her upper body. A piece of torn fabric from her skirt was wrapped around her lower body, leaving her long, jade-like legs completely exposed, captivating and alluring.
