Walk while Writing

Mo Shanshan had red and thin lips which looked like a young girl's rouge paper. Her long eyelashes frosted up, trembling in the wind.

After she put her glasses on, the frost gradually melted, reflecting the light in her eyes. She looked adorable with her glasses on.

When she saw the faded lotus in the lake, she pointed at it.

The lotus referred to some small alley in the city. There was a pool behind the alley and a market which was called Lotus Pond, named after the pool.

She was a talented tactical array master. Holding the array eye pestle, she could see Chang'an clearly, after traveling with Ning Que for so many days.

The faded lotus was her speculation.

Ning Que was willing to believe it.

Looking at her beautiful face and lovely glasses, he remembered that they were the gift from him when he and Sangsang were at the Lanke Temple.