A leisurely ten years.
Her face remained unchanged, never aging; jade skin, cheeks fragrant as snow, the beautiful Flood Dragon Maiden draped in thin blue-white gauze.
In the morning, she watched the water flow east; at dusk, she watched the slanting sun sink in the west. Vast green waters stretched beneath boundless clouds. Ten years had not brought Bai Yujun the slightest change. Time had completely lost its meaning, becoming nothing but a heap of numb numbers. One year or ten, even a hundred years were no more than the flick of a finger. Bai Yujun discovered that many of her memories had begun to blur...
The waterside pavilion had gained a faint trace called the years, while the unchanging thing was that subtle scent of pastries and snacks.
A certain Bai lazily leaned against the railing, staring blankly at the flowing water. Her smooth silk gauze robe slipped down to reveal her fragrant shoulder, yet she did not notice. Perhaps the carp in the garden stream had caught her eye. At least she had not reverted to her true nature and pounced over to hunt it.
"Ah... the years urge people to grow old. People have grown old, but this flood dragon hasn't changed."
She shook her head and watched the snow-white dragon horns in her reflection sway back and forth.
Perhaps horned beasts differed between male and female. For example, males had larger, more majestic, more eye-catching horns, while females might have no horns at all, or only small, gentle ones that were not so exaggerated. Bai Yujun's horns were very gentle; even in her true form, she did not look particularly imposing.
She crushed some pastry crumbs and tossed them into the water. Silly, plump grass carp gathered to fight over them. After being raised in the