When she opened her eyes again, the star-filled night sky came into view.
The girl found herself lying in a pile of hay. She tried to move but realized that her entire body ached and she couldn't get up.
Noticing her movements, the boy by the campfire walked over.
The girl turned her head warily, and when she looked up, she saw an impeccably clean and flawless face—delicate and handsome, like a snow lotus blooming on an icy mountain.
She had never seen a boy so beautiful before.
Furthermore, there was an innate elegance about this boy, a refined demeanor that no ordinary village child could possibly possess.
The girl was momentarily dazed, but since she didn't know if he was a friend or foe, her eyes gradually filled with vigilance. Her hand instinctively groped for a stone beside the haystack.
The boy noticed her wariness. He crouched down slowly in front of her, his deep eyes reflecting the campfire's glow, sincere and captivating.
