The scenery in the spacious courtyard garden was picturesque, with a gentle stream murmuring, birds singing, and flowers blooming. The rhythmic, crisp tapping of the Luwei Bamboo added a hint of Zen.
Dorothy sat bored on the porch of the courtyard, casually swinging her legs while lost in thought.
Though she had a wide range of tastes, whether it be black stockings, white stockings, or flesh-toned ones, she liked seeing them on others but wasn't inclined to wear them herself.
She was an advocate of bare legs.
Thus, her two fair and tender feet were idly swaying in the small pond beneath the corridor, water splashing and ripples spreading as her legs swung.
The pond in the witch's garden naturally had no water quality issues. The small fish pond's water was crystal clear, yet in comparison to the witch's feet, seemingly crafted by the gods' finest creation, the clear water appeared somewhat murky.
