Xia Zhishang

Wearing white clothes, she walked through this bustling area, so light and easy that she seemed to be visible. Yanran is a young woman, fifteen or sixteen years old. She is dressed in white and is fresh and refined. She does not wear any makeup, but she is stunningly beautiful and looks even more natural. On the shoulder, a little snow-white fox curled up quietly, sweetly, like an elf coming down from the snow-capped mountains. The copper bell on his wrist jingled, and at this moment it seemed like the most beautiful sound in the world. Inadvertently, he only felt a clear light stinging his eyes. At that moment, everything in the bamboo forest was silent, and only that white light existed in the high blue air. It was real, like a falling feather after crossing the crane in the cold pool, and it really existed.