In the azure sky, warm sunlight beams down, and a line of wild geese flies in a straight formation toward the distance.
Tiny white and yellow butterflies dance gracefully beside him, as if playing and teasing with the bees.
Further away, a voluptuous woman in a gown resembling a white cheongsam strolls elegantly in this direction.
The woman has a broad forehead, with a red snake-eye pattern at the center of her brow, while the rest of her features resemble those of an ordinary beauty. Her demeanor is languid yet noble.
"You've finally come in." The woman's cherry lips open slightly, issuing a voice identical to Bai Ling's.
"Bai Ling?" Zhang Rongfang looks incredulously at the woman opposite him.
"It's me." Threads of white weave through Bai Ling's black hair. She gently lifts her skirt, unconcerned with the exposure of her fair thighs, and crosses her legs, sitting on a slanted white rock, looking down at Zhang Rongfang from above.
