The one sitting by the stream chatting with Xu Chuxiang was a girl of seventeen or eighteen.
Although she wore a simple, uninspiring coarse linen dress dyed with earthy colors, her beauty was hard to miss.
However, the beauty of this girl was quite different from that of Xu Chuxiang.
The beauty of Xu Chuxiang was dazzling, gallant, bred from a childhood of opulence, exhibiting an elegant and poised demeanor, the manifestation of knowledge and experience that gave her an air of versatility and confidence.
If Xu Chuxiang was a peony blossom, stunning and attention-grabbing, then the other girl was like a wildflower growing in the deep mountains, unknown to all, yet equally captivating.
The girl had skin as white as jade and long, sleek black hair simply tied up with a wooden pin. She exuded an innocent and natural charm, her elegant facial features distinguished her, and under her coarse gown a fascinating body contour was faintly discernible.