Hidden Dragon Species

Li Ruitong only looked at the girl, with red lips, affectionate eyes, and waterfall-like black hair sloping down, draped over her slightly thin shoulders. Wearing a floor-length white plum blossom skirt with a smear of pale pink brocade printed on the chest, the girl looked as elegant as a fairy. On the way back, Li Ruitong couldn't calm down for a long time. He was always thinking about the girl in white just now. He didn't know if he could see her again in the future, or if she would still be able to remember him when he saw her again. This was the first time that Li Ruitong, who had lived for more than 30 years, had this feeling of worrying about gains and losses. Thinking about it, Li Ruitong smiled helplessly and shook her head, and stopped thinking about it.