"Mom is so biased, she never takes me out! Hmph!"
Feng Yingying strolled along the beach, her fiery dress billowing in the cool sea breeze. Her pretty little face was full of stubbornness and dissatisfaction, much like a blooming mandala flower.
The beaches of Dongling vary in places. Most of them are made of soft, clean white sand, but there are rare spots filled with coarse stones and gravel.
Just like the beach where Feng Yingying was at the moment.
"So annoying!"
With a disgruntled humph, Feng Yingying kicked a seashell at her feet.
"Ugh!"
A muffled groan suddenly echoed, making Feng Yingying's heart skip a beat. She looked up and saw a young man standing up from behind a large rock, clutching his head.
The seashell was still perfectly perched on top of his head, looking extremely comical.
Pfft!
She couldn't hold it back any longer, and Feng Yingying burst out laughing. She swore she didn't mean to laugh, it was just too hard to suppress!
