Soft Cloud Feihua

However, a gust of breeze blew past, and there seemed to be a slender hand with fingers like onions touching the center of Zhang Jiaheng's eyebrows. This was a hand as beautiful as mutton fat. The finger that touched the center of Zhang Jiaheng's eyebrows first shimmered for a while, and then when the light dissipated, Zhang Jiaheng, who was deeply in a coma, was gently awakened. Zhang Jiaheng's eyelids twitched slightly for a few times, and then he slowly opened his eyes, but there seemed to be a bit of mist in his eyes. When he opened his eyes, the picture he saw was also hazy. "Hey~! You, you are...! Are you the fairy sister?" This was when Zhang Jiaheng slowly blinked his eyes a few times, and then his blurred vision slowly began to return to clarity. And at that moment, what came into view was a woman with an extraordinary temperament. Her eyes were full of spring water, her skin was as warm as suet and jade, and she was wearing a thin, gauze-like shawl draped over her shoulders...