Feng Yueya slightly raised her head and saw them, revealing a faint smile.
The wind blew her long hair, several strands wrapping around her eyes, captivating her vision.
She was dressed in a white garment that revealed her slender and exquisite figure.
In the air seemed to linger a clean and pure aura emanating from her, a gentle breath of which made one feel refreshed and delighted.
She elegantly stood on the ground, her lips curled into a smile, her whole appearance slender, distinguished, and ethereally graceful.
In that moment, several thought they had seen a fairy who had mistakenly wandered into the mortal world.
They stared at her dumbfounded, unsure whether she was the Princess Consort or a celestial being from the heavens.
Seeing their astonished expressions, Feng Yueya smiled again and lightly leaped in front of them.
Seeing Yun Shangyuan cradled in Rong Si's arms, a trace of gloom flitted across her bright eyes.
