The clouds were thin like smoke, the water flew smoothly, and the summer flowers bloomed.
Shen Lian was still in the mountains, and Ruoxi was not next to him. She was waiting at some distance away.
A stream that came from the crack of the mountain oozed out, and it formed into a waterfall. The water droplets that came from the splash were like pearls in the sky. The stream ended up flowing into the clear pond in front of Shen Lian, and flowed away gently from the side of the pond.
The flying stream and the clear pond formed a juxtaposition, the contrast of dynamic and static was illustrated beautifully by the scene.
There were sunset clouds in the sky, and the night was about to fall.
Underneath this backdrop, Zhao Xiaoyu appeared in white amidst the smoke-like clouds.