Shen Haoran snapped back to reality at the sound of the girl's shout. He immediately prepared to apologize, knowing his physical reaction earlier had been pure instinct. However, when he finally looked at the figure standing in front of him, he froze.
Standing before him was a young girl with golden hair, emerald green eyes, a high-bridged nose, and snow-white skin. She possessed a striking, exotic beauty. Right now, her small face was flushed red with anger. Instead of looking intimidating, she looked exactly like a porcelain doll.
Recovering from his brief daze, Haoran quickly cupped his fists. "I am so sorry, little miss. I had no idea someone would suddenly rush out. It was a complete accident. Please forgive me!"
Hearing his apology, the young girl looked him up and down. Upon seeing the genuine sincerity in Haoran's eyes, the anger on her face vanished. She patted the dust off her clothes. "Alright, I suppose I cannot blame you entirely. I accept your apology!"
