A single, painted hand shot out from the ground, grabbing onto the ankle with a desperate force, as if grasping at a lifeline. A shattering sound echoed, followed by a frantic cry: "Save me... save me...",A gentle breeze opened the curtain, revealing her face. Her skin was as white as fine porcelain, unadorned yet elegant and refined. While she wasn't breathtakingly beautiful or stunningly captivating, she possessed a unique charm. Her brows were like ink paintings, naturally dark and delicate, her features small and graceful, with an air of youthful vibrancy that made her appear particularly striking.,Lan You was at her wit's end. She turned her head and glared at the person lounging lazily in a chair: "Can you please stop eating melon seeds"。