A graceful figure strolled out of the crowd.
She was tall and slender, with the bearing of a Chinese parasol tree. Her simple clothes could not hide her vitality. One step, two steps, and as she took another, she saw her, and he saw her too.
Her brows and eyes were like a painting, her nose and lips like a rainbow, her cheeks like clouds, her bones as delicate as pastry.
God! What a remarkable young lady! Kanni praised her inwardly as he watched from the side.
Even Mitchelson Molly, the most beautiful girl in Ponta Delgada Village, could not help being moved at the sight of the face before her. Her eyes, the color of red earth, seemed soaked with rain, glittering with moisture as tender green shoots visibly stirred within them.
Zeng Mu looked at the girl, clearly unsure why she was looking at him that way.
She approached and extended her arm, apparently offering a handshake. Just as Zeng Mu was about to rise and reach out, her arm suddenly blurred.
Smack! A resounding slap landed on his face. Before all those watching eyes, the air abruptly froze.
The burning in his cheek was nothing; the heat inside him rivaled molten lava. Especially with so many eyes upon him, even Zeng Mu, who had faced life and death, could not help feeling embarrassed and ashamed. Had she been a man, things would have been easier-he could have knocked him over with a sweep of his hand. Unfortunately, he could not do that.
"Miss, what are you doing?" Covering his reddened cheek, he frowned and questioned her.
"What am I doing? What do you think I'm doing? Don't pretend you don't know me. I'll slap you even with everyone watching." Though Mitchelson's voice was bitter, glistening tears gathered