Meng Qianqian wore a wide-sleeved, cinched-waist dress in blue and white, resembling a clear sky after the rain, with blue skies and white clouds. She was a striking sight, refreshing both to the eyes and the soul.
A gentle breeze blew past, lifting her ink-black hair. She sat quietly and serenely, her demeanor tranquil. In every way, she looked like the daughter of an aristocratic family.
Yu Shi suddenly froze for a moment.
But when she looked again, she recognized Meng Qianqian.
That day in the alley, she had actually recognized her. Yu Shi knew that this daughter wouldn't let go of her determination. She just hadn't expected her to find her way here.
"Sister Meng! Tell Tan'er to let me have a turn!"
Zhou Nanyan pouted and said.
Meng Qianqian curved her lips slightly: "Tan'er."
Tan'er reached out and handed the captured butterfly to Zhou Nanyan, "Alright then, this one's for N! Sister, does N want it?"
Meng Qianqian smiled and said, "I'll pass."
