Song Qingwan's beautiful and lazy brows and eyes exuded the usual coolness.
She refused the servants' assistance and personally came to release the fish from the bucket into the pond.
Then, she placed the empty fish bucket beside her.
She lifted her hand to tidy her black gauze dress, bent down, squatted beside the little girl, imitating her posture, slightly lowering her head, and stirred the water in the lake with her slender fingers painted with bright red nail polish.
The cool sensation of the lake water instantly spread from her fingertips to her whole body, dispelling a lot of the heat.
At this moment, she suddenly heard the little girl beside her giggling, the laughter crisp and soft like silver bells, very pleasant to hear.
Song Qingwan curiously lifted her head, her long, narrow phoenix eyes looked over.
The little girl's face was full of smiles, her eyes curved like the most beautiful moon in the sky.
