Xiao Yi slowly rose to her feet, and Chen Xiaojun could barely conceal the wonder in his eyes.
She wore a fitted azure-and-white magical robe edged with black silk patterns. Like a magnificent, noble brocade gown, it traced the captivating curves of her graceful figure.
Her slender waist swayed like a willow caressed by the breeze. She seemed like a dazzling flower blooming on a sheer cliff, unforgettable after a single glance.
The girl before him looked exactly like Lesser Siming from the animation he remembered, graceful in bearing and serene in temperament.
"Clouds call to mind her robes, flowers her face; the spring breeze brushes the railing, dew-laden blossoms gleaming."
Standing beside her, Chen Xiaojun could not help letting his imagination wander. Those flowing robes... immortal robes? Xiao Yi's good fortune this time really brings those wondrous legends to mind.
"Little Xiaojun, those two lines are so beautiful they intoxicate the heart. Such a perfect description-it's as though they were written just for Xiao Yi." Qing Xiu nodded repeatedly.
Hearing Chen Xiaojun's praise, Xiao Yi broke into a radiant smile, looking happier still.
"Not at all, not at all. Xiao Yi is a born beauty. What need is there for descriptions?"
Yet Chen Xiaojun soon felt a little dejected.
Xiao Yi had grown another few centimeters and now stood at 165 centimeters. At this point, she was even slightly taller than Chen Xiaojun.
Chen Xiaojun himself had yet to reach 160 centimeters. Their previous difference of two or three centimeters had barely been noticeable, but standing beside Xiao Yi now made him look rather short.
The rule that girls developed earlier than boys had once again found vivid proof in Xiao Yi and Chen Xiaojun.
"What is this?" Chen Xiaojun asked curiously, pointing at Xiao Yi's magnificent magical robe.