At this moment, Wen Nanxi stood like an orchid or a jade tree, serene and pure, just like the first time we met.
His figure was as slender as jade, his features elegant as a painting, exquisite and perfect, as if fashioned from autumn waters and jade bones.
His aura was like snow on the mountains, like the moon amidst the clouds.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a moving halo upon him, making him resemble a deity descended into the mortal realm, noble and ethereal, as if on the verge of ascension with a mere breeze.
Su Muyao gazed at him, her heart racing like a startled deer.
She didn't dare to blink, afraid she might be mistaken, "Nanxi, is that you?"
"Even if it's a dream, it's good enough."
As Su Muyao spoke, tears glistened in her eyes, her voice slightly choked.
Wen Nanxi slowly approached, carrying a basket in his hand.
Su Muyao recognized the basket as the one they had woven together on their first trip to the Ancient Wood Forest, filled with tomatoes.
