A pond full of lotuses, green leaves covering the water, lotus flowers standing gracefully.
In the courtyard where Fuyao Inn is located, a few ancient pines, with red branches and green leaves, stand tall and lush, adorned with pale yellow pine flowers.
A gentle breeze blows, swaying the lotus leaves and lifting a few strands of hair from Xiao Yinruo's forehead.
Sitting under the shade of the ancient trees cooling off, she listens to the cicadas chirping in the distance and looks at Zhu Nanzhi, who is sitting not far away with a faint smile on her face.
Zhu Nanzhi holds a carving knife in one hand and a green pear in the other, carving Lu Jin'an into the pear's skin.
In the dappled light and shadow, her dark green long hair flows like a waterfall, her fair skin shining with pure radiance, and her soft facial contours are flawlessly outlined.
In Xiao Yinruo's eyes, her disciple at this moment is the most beautiful painting.
