Ciri exuberantly ran toward Lann, then hesitated when she was still two or three steps away from him.
Her eyes started to dart around.
Her face blushed.
The light and colors from the sky perfectly enveloped Lann.
At Ciri's height, the angle was just right.
She could see how Lann's body and cheeks were so striking and even dazzling under those lights and colors.
The mountain breeze stirred the silk lace on Lann's shirt and his hair, which shone like melted silver.
Ciri was far away on the long wooden board earlier, so she didn't see clearly.
But as she got closer, her heart started to race.
She was already thirteen, and in this era, with her family background, she should have been engaged to a prince two years ago.
In fact, she did have an engagement two years ago, but she ran away by herself.
"Hey, snap out of it!"
A 'snap' could be heard as a finger flicked on Ciri's forehead.
Lann didn't have as many thoughts as Ciri; in his eyes, she was just lively and adorable.
