Upon hearing the noise, Lian Manman also noticed something odd about the branch she was holding. She slightly lowered her head, only to realize she was holding onto someone's half-torn sleeve.
There was a person here, and she hadn't noticed!
Lian Manman hurriedly let go, steadied herself against a rock nearby, and turned around, only to come face-to-face with that person.
Lian Manman's heartbeat quickened by two beats. The face before her was somewhat pale, but it did not diminish his appearance. "As if a beautiful woman," four words suddenly popped into her head.
Indeed, there was a man before her, seemingly of tender age, clad in a long moon-white robe with arrow sleeves, leaning against an earthen wall, half-sitting, half-lying there. Manman had seen handsome men and beautiful women in her past life, and the people of the Lian Family were also blessed with good looks, but the beauty of this man still dazzled her.