Bright sunlight filtered through the lush branches, a gentle breeze stirred the fresh green leaves, and the atmosphere froze, painting Andrew Han’s silent face in vivid relief.
Forest surrounded them on all sides, and the voice continued to ring out.
"Big brother."
"You’re so amazing—can we add each other on WeChat?"
The voice carried a natural, innocent cuteness. A crystalline, doll-like girl stood there, her features exquisitely delicate like porcelain, her skin smooth as jade, completely free of any freckles or blemishes.
Her face seemed to gather all the cleverness of heaven and earth.
Her beauty radiated with an adorable charm.
She wore a delicate dress in a soft pastel shade, princess-like in its elegant style. With both hands lightly grasping her refined skirt, she stood prettily three meters away from Andrew Han.
"Hmm?"
"Why aren’t you saying anything, hmm?"
She pouted her soft pink lips, her large, watery eyes widening in a pitiful way, as if she’d suffered some great injustice.
The next moment—
Andrew Han shook his head.
"Did I do something wrong? Did I make you angry?" The girl shook her head, her ponytails swaying as she looked lost. "What’s wrong with Yunyun?"
Her expression seemed to brighten the entire forest by several degrees.
Sunlight shone on her face, scattering tiny points of light across her features.
Sigh.
Andrew Han looked at Chloe Ling. "I’ve long heard of the Second Coiled Dragon Chloe Ling’s reputation. Meeting you today, I see it’s truly well deserved."
Chloe Ling, a disciple from a martial sect, was a lower-tier Martial Lord and a strong contender among her generation’s prodigies.
But—