Yang Ruolan and Zhou Xia stood together and talked.

Yang Ruolan is fourteen this year and is tall and well-proportioned.

Wearing a lake blue pomegranate dress, she outlined her graceful and slender waist.

Her hair is spread behind her like a waterfall, highlighting her oval face, red lips, white teeth, and vivid charm.

And Zhou Xia is twelve years old.

Because life at home is tight, her growth is not as good as that of Yang Ruolan.

She has a petite figure and is wearing coarse clothes worn by girls from farmers' families.

However, the palm-sized smiling face looked a little pale.

The eyes are big and misty.

Standing next to Yang Ruolan, who is as dazzling as a pearl, Zhou Xia's pitiful and weak posture is like a sad little white flower.

It makes people feel pity even more.

Two girls stood together, each with his or her own charm.

Like a beautiful landscape, it attracts the villagers passing by outside the yard.

Especially the young people in the village couldn't move their feet.
Chapter completed!