This sudden scene left Hua Qiang staring blankly.
It was simply... too beautiful!
The girl stood atop drifting clouds, tiny shimmering white motes swirling around her like morning dew falling onto flower petals.
Her features possessed an innate, ethereal grace. Her brows resembled distant mountains veiled in mist, faint leaf-vein-like patterns visible at the ends of her pale green brows, glimmering softly whenever the wind passed.
Her eyes were the clear green of spring waters, their corners slightly upturned and adorned with two specks of golden light. Looking into them felt like seeing the vitality of an entire forest sea reflected within.
Her delicate nose stood proud, its tip coated with an almost imperceptible sheen of moisture. Her lips were pink like newly blooming buds, and when they parted, it seemed as though the fragrance of grass and trees drifted forth.
Her figure was slender yet perfectly proportioned. A water-green gown fell from her shoulders, its hem embroidered with layer upon layer of broad-leaf patterns that rippled like emerald waves as she moved.
Tiny white flower tassels adorned the corners of her skirt, scattering specks of green like stars whenever they swayed in the wind.
The girl standing among the clouds was as light as a butterfly. When she gently raised her fingertips, phantom vines of tender green surfaced in her palm, and even the drifting clouds around her seemed dyed a pale green.
She looked like an ethereal spirit who had stepped out from an ancient divine tree—beautiful beyond mortal dust, yet brimming with vigorous life.
Seeing Hua Qiang's somewhat lecherous expression, the girl's lips curled slightly upward. Then her figure flashed, and she appeared beside him, grabbing his arm and pressing her body against his.
Hua Qiang felt a current shoot from the soles of his feet straight