"Look! He's coming!" She was suddenly pushed by her sister. She just woke up from a long sleep and rubbed her eyes. Then she saw the sun shining down on the ground, and a man slowly walking over. His dark hair was draped casually, soft and gentle. The light blue clothes make his figure look like a slender bamboo, and his brows are like distant mountains. Where the clothes are flowing, when the toes hit the ground, it feels like a breeze blowing on his face, slightly cool. She was stunned for a moment. So, is he an immortal?
"Hey, wake up!" My sister looked at her with a smile. "Why, are you crazy?" She blushed, "Who was that person just now?" "I don't know," my sister shrugged. "It seems that he lives in our Bitao Mountain. Occasionally, he will pass by us."
"Ah..." She drawled, feeling hopeful in her heart.