The afternoon sun is warm and pleasant, and the gentle breeze leaves a faint floral fragrance in the air. It was a woman who looked like a jasmine flower, standing quietly under the dense sycamore tree. Her waist-length brown curly hair spreads out like seaweed, her face is lightly painted with phoenix eyes, and her light green dress outlines her graceful and looming figure, blending into the painting. Every movement and stillness is full of amorous feelings, like a seductive fairy, but her expression is pure and innocent.
