What a beautifully unconventional woman!

  A small river, separating two streets, stood rows and rows of houses and willow trees, twenty meters apart, a stone arch bridge was built, the willow branches on both ends of the stone arch bridge had grown to hang over the bridge.

  A glimpse of a beautiful shadow appeared from the other end of the bridge, it was Feng Fu's Phoenix Dance.

  The Phoenix Manor is the daughter of a wealthy family, with assets worth millions, and her dance is envied by thousands of girls from good families.

  But did it rain blood today?

  The peacock's dance has shed its splendor, and she is wrapped in a simple white dress. The lines of the dress are plain and unadorned, a stark contrast to the resplendent robes she normally wears, like a sparrow compared to a phoenix. Her hair, once adorned with golden pins and silver combs, now hangs straight down her back, with two strands framing her chest and a butterfly-shaped bun at the nape of her neck, tied with a white gauze ribbon. The jade bracelets that once encircled her slender wrists have vanished without a trace.

  If people who know her see her in this state, they must ask if she has taken the wrong medicine. She doesn't wear silk or satin, nor does she wear gold, silver, and jewels, but instead wears that coarse linen garment.

  Although dressed in simple clothes, looking like a good daughter of a good family, Fengdie's elegant and refined demeanor, gentle and quiet temperament, inherently from the noble lady, even if she changed her attire, could not change her delicate and elegant temperament, still giving off the quiet beauty, manner, and charm of an elder sister.

  The phoenix butterfly danced with her hands clasped together at her left waist, always maintaining an elegant posture. Only the relaxed ends of her eyebrows and the deep curve of her lips revealed that she was filled with joy in her heart.

  She deliberately dressed up like this, in order to go and do something, which seems more like going on a date with someone she has a crush on!

  "Don't run—" On this side of the bridge, Tang Lin was desperately chasing after the thug who had snatched the old man's wallet, and she was just a few steps away from catching up to him.

  That rascal had run until he was dripping with sweat, and it was hard for him to imagine that a woman could catch up with him. He was known for his fast legs, but unexpectedly, he fell into the hands of a woman today.

  The hooligan was unwilling to give up, ran up to the side of the stone arch bridge, and because he didn't watch where he was going, he knocked down a Phoenix Butterfly Dance performer who was coming towards him.

  The phoenix butterfly danced with a soft "ah" and was suddenly overcome with pain.

  The butterfly danced on the bridge, ignoring being knocked down by itself, and ran away with a smile.

  Tang Lin rushed over, glanced at Feng Die Wu who was enduring the pain, and wanted to chase after that rascal immediately, but she retreated after taking two steps, stretched out her hand to help Feng Die Wu up, "Miss, are you alright?"

  Fengdie shook her head, "I'm fine." Her voice was soft and gentle, but couldn't cover up the pain in her expression, her two eyebrows were tightly furrowed. Her left hand was covering her right arm.

  Tang Lin glanced at Feng Die Wu's arm and only then did she notice that the sleeve of Feng Die Wu's garment was torn, and the fine sand on the stone bridge had also scratched her skin.

  Tang Lin quickly felt her pocket and fortunately pulled out a band-aid. She tore off a piece and gestured to Feng Die Wu, "Miss, let go of your hand, I'll help you stick it on!"

  Fengdie Dance took her hand away, looking at Tang Lin sticking a band-aid on the wound on her arm. After finishing, a cool sensation hit her nerves, feeling unbelievable, and looked at Tang Lin's face. Just as she was about to say something to Tang Lin, Tang Lin's strange outfit and this handsome face made her stunned.

  What a beautifully unconventional woman!