Looking at the unconscious person a short distance away in the pool, the girl hesitated, but curiosity finally drove her to swim slowly toward him.
Drawing closer for a look, she discovered that although his clothes were in tatters, he had no obvious injuries, and his skin was remarkably fair.
Instinctively, the girl reached out and pulled off the sodden hood clinging tightly to his cheeks, revealing an exquisitely beautiful face.
Whoosh!
For an instant, she seemed to see a dazzling beam of light shine forth. What a beauty he was! His features were exquisite, his face like a silver platter, his slender, moth-like brows sweeping slightly upward at the outer corners, and his long lashes resting over his eyes like cicada wings.
Taken as a whole, he seemed a masterpiece of nature's peerless craftsmanship. With his eyes closed, he looked like a sleeping beauty who had stepped out of a fantasy.
"What a beautiful big sister..."
Staring at that almost unreal beauty, the girl froze and murmured involuntarily.
But she quickly recovered, as though something had occurred to her, and hurriedly lowered her gaze to the smooth yet utterly flat chest exposed by his torn robes.
At once, the girl's pretty face flushed scarlet. Her gaze flicked back and forth between his face and chest, growing utterly blank with shock.
"This... how is this possible?!"
Stunned and tongue-tied, the girl still refused to believe it. She simply could not accept that such a beautiful face belonged to a man. Her mind grew muddled, and her little hand instinctively reached downward, as though to verify his true identity.
But just before she touched him, a sudden shudder ran through her, snapping her back to her senses. A trace of reason returned to her eyes, and her hand stopped short.
"Qingtan,