In the tall grass several meters high, a petite female pulled out a young male.
Wen Shu peered through the gaps in the crowd to see their appearance clearly.
Both were disheveled, looking quite embarrassed, yet from their hair to their attire, there was an air of elegance, especially the female.
Her light brown long hair was smooth and lush from years of care, and her white long dress was made of comfortable cotton and linen, though after days of rushing, it was wrinkled and covered in mud prints. On her feet were small heels made of beast leather, quite stylish, reminiscent of the aesthetics of modern humans before the apocalypse.
As Wen Shu's gaze touched those shoes, an indescribable strangeness flashed through her mind, and her eyes moved up to look at the female's face.
Her long hair reached her waist, her skin was as tender as a peeled egg, her features delicate and charming, and her apricot eyes sparkled brightly, with moist lips in a soft pink shade.
