Zhan Lan watched Mu Yan quietly, his posture in drawing the bow and placing the arrow was just too carefree and unrestrained.
For a moment, she was so transfixed that she thought to herself, this man must be the reincarnation of a captivating demon.
Mu Yan's arms extended, his eyes fixed on the bullseye, and whoosh—a shot was fired.
However, the next moment, Zhan Lan saw the arrow veer off course, hitting the edge of the target and falling.
She really hadn't expected Mu Yan's archery skills to be this poor!
What a waste of the blossoming girlhood fantasies she had just entertained while watching him draw the bow.
A bit embarrassed, Mu Yan looked to Zhan Lan, his tone defeated, "What to do, do I really have no talent at all..."
It was rare to see such an expression on Mu Yan's face, Zhan Lan chuckled as she walked over and stood behind him, helping him to correct his archery stance.
Then, Mu Yan felt Zhan Lan's arm lift from behind, taking hold of his hand.