The next day, the first rays of dawn gradually rose, and golden sunlight spilled across the earth.
Lu Yunxiao got up early. After washing up and casually having breakfast, he went outside the hall, half-reclined in a lounge chair, basking in the warm sun.
With the sunlight shining upon him, he felt an indescribable warmth and ease.
Lu Yunxiao yawned, narrowed his eyes slightly, and enjoyed this rare moment of tranquility.
At around midmorning, the faint sound of breaking air rang out.
Lu Yunxiao lazily lifted his eyelids, his interest piqued.
"Whoosh!"
The visitor landed, revealing a somewhat tall and slender figure.
Lu Yunxiao swept his gaze upward from below, taking in every inch of the scenery before him.
She wore a plain white gown, tied at the waist with a moon-white sash. Her slender willow waist could be encircled with one hand, and above it rose a pair of impressively full peaks.
Lu Yunxiao paused slightly. Did this girl really have such ample assets?
When he had looked yesterday, they had not seemed this magnificent.
With curiosity in his heart, Lu Yunxiao continued looking upward.
A long swan-like neck, delicate collarbones, clear and tranquil eyes, crimson jade lips, an exquisite oval face, and an exquisite and beautiful jade nose. The faint chill emanating from between her brows was the finishing touch, lending her an additional touch of aloof, ethereal grace.
In terms of looks and bearing, she was unquestionably beautiful enough to overthrow nations and cities.
Yet when he saw that lovely face, Lu Yunxiao froze.
That face was seventy percent similar to Ying Huanhuan's, but it was not Ying Huanhuan.
It was her elder sister, Ying Xiaoxiao.
Ying Xiaoxiao appeared to have carefully dressed up today. Her already exquisite features had become even more captivating.
Even Lu Yunxiao,