In his hazy, confused state, Que Guanghuai vaguely sensed that something was entangled with him.

Feel it carefully...

Soft.

It's cold.

It looks like...it looks like a girl's body?

A girl? A girl!

Que Guanghuai woke up with a start and opened his eyes abruptly.

"You're awake?"

A stunningly beautiful face appeared before him. Her eyebrows were like emerald feathers, her skin like white snow, and her teeth like pearls.

Her long, soft, black hair was styled into a princess bun, adorned with a magnificent gold hairpin, giving her a serene and elegant demeanor. As she spoke, the gold hairpin swayed gently, her small face drawing very close.

Que Guanghuai's face flushed slightly. "Thank you for saving me... Excuse me, are you filming a movie?"

Que Guanghuai realized that the girl was wearing palace costumes from a TV series.

She wore a soft, green silk palace dress, the hem of which trailed on the ground, and the cuffs were adorned with intricate patterns of auspicious birds. She looked quite young, yet her figure was remarkably well-proportioned.

"Filming?"

The girl shook her head. "No."

She knelt down in front of Que Guanghuai, her slender white hands waving in front of him. Suddenly, her eyes reddened as she looked at Que Guanghuai: "Your Highness Linhuai, this princess has waited for you for five hundred years, and finally I have waited for you."

Que Guanghuai looked surprised. "Um...you guys are really filming a movie, right? Miss, you're getting too into character. I'm not Prince Lin Huai. Although my name does have the same pronunciation as Huai, my name isn't Lin Huai. My name is Que Guanghuai."

Actually, when he was a child, Que Guanghuai didn't even want to introduce himself by his own name because he thought it sounded very strange.

Lack of care?

Bullshit, he didn't!

As an adult, he'll be decked out in designer brands from head to toe, easily showcasing his status as a rich second-generation heir. Even just mentioning his name will elicit a chorus of flattering people, who will sing his praises to the heavens.

The young girl's delicate brows were slightly furrowed, and every gesture she made exuded an incoherent elegance and beauty.

A stream of light, falling from an unknown source, shone on the girl's face, making her skin appear even more radiant and as beautiful as snow.

Flowing light? Flowing light?!

Que Guanghuai felt a slight shock.

What's going on? Is he currently underwater in the Aurora River?

The boy pushed the girl aside and tried desperately to swim to the surface. But when he saw that there wasn't a drop of water around him, Que Guanghuai was dumbfounded.

What exactly is going on?

"Que Lin Huai!"

The girl, slightly angry after being pushed away, puffed out her cheeks and glared angrily at Que Guanghuai's retreating figure, shouting, "You big liar! You said you'd come to marry me when I came of age, but I've waited five hundred years and you still haven't appeared! Liar! Big liar!"

Que Guanghuai likes beautiful women, but he can't tolerate them throwing mud at him.

He turned around, his face serious and stern. "First of all, young lady, I don't know you. I don't even know your name, okay? Secondly, I'm not Que Linhuai. My name is Que Guanghuai, not some 'Your Highness' as you're saying. I'm the eldest young master of the Que family. These days, even rich people don't call themselves 'Your Highness,' okay? We live in modern times, a modern world where thought and technology are developing rapidly, not ancient times."

How dare you call yourself a princess? You're just doing cosplay!

Once Que Guanghuai started talking, he couldn't stop, as if a floodgate had been opened.

"I see you're not very old. If you're doing this for money, don't come out here and scam people... I like pretty young ladies, but I don't like taking the blame in this situation. You need to respect yourself."

The boy realized what terrible thing he had said only after he finished speaking.

And he even made the girl cry.

Oh my god!

He's just telling the truth! This girl is too fragile.

"Alright, I admit I was a bit harsh," Que Guanghuai said, softening his voice in an attempt to comfort him.

He walked over and wanted to pat the little girl on the head.

The palm fell unexpectedly, passing through a transparent barrier.

"Aaaaaah—a ghost!"