"Thud," it went.
She squatted down and waved her sleeve, clearing away the mist at the edge of the tarn.
Her skirt trailed on the ground as she sat on a brown rock to take off her shoes and socks.
Dipping her feet into the water, she playfully shook them, creating ripples in the clear azure, her face relaxed and content.
Hengyang Mountain was beautiful, the water pleasant, and the melody of nature quite delightful.
It was indeed a spot that could make one's mood wonderful,
but...
Every time she touched her forehead, she couldn't help but clench her pearl-white teeth.
There were no marks on the longsword from that day, yet after pondering, she guessed the person's identity.
Just as she was thinking...
Suddenly!
"Sssshhh..."
A slight noise came from the other end of the tarn,
and she called out sharply, "Who's there!"
"..."
The sound seemed somewhat familiar.
Zhao Rong was startled to see a marten before her, the cause of the noise.
Damned marten!
"Bang~!"