Meishan, Anhua.
It was early morning, a river ran through the entire county, morning mist shrouded, lingering on both the northern and southern banks. The wooden buildings by the river were partially obscured, quaint and serene, with an air of mystique tinged with a hint of the bizarre.
"Creak!"
With the sound of a door being opened, Long Tang stepped out from a wooden building.
She was also nearly fifty, but her appearance was fixed at that of someone in her twenties, dressed in a blue top with a large collar and no buttons, and black trousers below. A silver bell hung around her waist.
Tall and slender, with fair skin, compared to Long Qiu, she had a touch more of a worldly aura and a unique ethnic charm.
The breeze by the river blew, and with each step her waist twisted gently like a willow branch broken by the spring wind.
