She was dressed in a long dress, her black hair cascading down in a waterfall, her face tender and radiant, smirking with a high and noble pride. She was indeed like a little princess, a beloved sweetheart. But the moment she met his gaze, a flash of awe swept over her eyes. Of course, this awe was quickly interrupted by a slap from the woman standing in front of him.
However, this was not surprising, as he had seen such initial awe and disdain from countless women when they first encountered him. However, on her face, he saw bewilderment, pity, and sadness apart from the awe and disdain, not for her misjudging him, but for him. It seemed as if he, being such a person, should not have such a life.
A wind blew by, the petals from the flowers on the trees fluttered down, each piece dancing like an elf.
