"Young master, you're awake?"
The voice was soft and gentle, like being bathed in a spring breeze.
Ling Feng finally got his first clear look at the person who had saved his life.
She wore a jade-green dress, black hair piled like clouds, bright eyes and white teeth; not so stunningly beautiful, yet she gave off a sense of gentle grace, spotless and pure.
Especially that quiet, mild temperament, like an orchid blooming in an empty valley—serene and refined, making one's eyes light up.
Ling Feng slightly nodded to the young lady and said softly, "Many thanks, miss…"
Because his body was truly too weak, Ling Feng's voice was almost inaudible, as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"Hmph, so you little beggar finally woke up!"
Beside him, Xiao Cui also showed a trace of a smile. When they'd found Ling Feng, his clothes were ragged, his beard unkempt, and he looked terribly shabby, so Xiao Cui had unceremoniously called him "little beggar" right from the start.
