The morning light gradually emerges.
The campfire in the clearing of the forest gradually dims. Lu Jin'an, having finished his morning practice, stretches his limbs, with the faint sound of bones cracking.
He turns his head to look at the large tree not far away. The Holy Daughter with a stunning appearance is sitting on a branch, lightly swinging her legs. Her white Ru skirt embroidered with winter plum blossoms seems to come alive, shining brilliantly.
The Holy Daughter swings her legs while frowning and pondering, unintentionally exuding the unique cold temperament of the Forget Love Path.
Lu Jin'an glanced at the scroll in her hand. Without a doubt, he knew she must have been sketching him just now, although she seemed dissatisfied with some part of the drawing.
Thinking of this, Lu Jin'an turns his head to look at another cold figure sitting cross-legged under a different tree.
