A few tiny streams of water hung down on my forehead, and a bright narcissus card between my eyebrows shone with golden light, like waves, and the petals were in full bloom. It was a beautiful girl, wearing a light blue dress, like a skirt with layers of petals, surrounded by dazzling gold, like the broken shadow of the sun swaying in the blue sky.
Long black hair, braided into beautiful braids, dotted with pale pink pearls. The girl has a faint scent of tea and weeds, which floats gently, revealing Leng Yan's noble temperament.
Beautiful faces and exquisite facial features make people suspect that they are elves in the snow. Under the thin arch eyebrows are a pair of indifferent silver pupils, deep in the eyes, ruthless, with a straight nose like crimson lips, emitting this faint fragrance of gardenia and a blood-red manzhusha flower between the eyebrows, which makes her cold temperament seem a bit s-curve.
A head of sky-blue waist-long hair was tied up at random by two lavender ribbons, leaving a few strands of broken bangs crooked on his forehead. There are two silver-white ring earrings hanging on the white earlobe, and the smooth skin is as white as snow.
She holds a jade moon soul harp in her arms, lined with a beautifully cut violet fairy veil, and the row of white lace on the lotus leaf skirt gives people a dreamy feeling.