Then she saw that her dress was wet because of dew, and mud was everywhere on the ground. She wiped it with a handkerchief.
"Why do you have to chase that butterfly?" Yu Zixuan asked.
"Because she is pretty."
"But I don't think that butterfly is the most beautiful." Yu Zixuan smiled and stared at Mo Yitong. There was a shadow of himself in Mo Yitong's black eyes.
"What's the best looking thing about that?" Mo Yitong was still wiping her skirts, each and every time.
Suddenly, Yu Zixuan lifted Mo Yitong's chin and said, "This is the most beautiful."
Mo Yitong was stunned. She stared at her own reflection in Yu Zixuan's eyes, nervous and shy.
"Are you kidding me?" Mo Yitong finally came to her senses. She hastily stood up and walked to one side.
Yu Zixuan also stood up and held Mo Yit
