''Who is this, my cute little sister?'' asked Sheng Misa.
Sheng Yin didn't look directly at her step-sister and answered, ''A guest.''
''Hmm, is he really so…?'' Misa gazed at me.
She could clearly see my appearance. My face looked good, but only "good" in the eyes of hers which had been spoiled by handsome young masters. I was wearing a long brown robe, fitting for the atmosphere of this garden.
Sheng Misa didn't find anything out of the ordinary about how I looked other than the fact that I was completely unfazed by her rather long stare.
You see, there is a limit to how much one can stare at a stranger. Misa looked every inch of my body, I mean, covered body. Only when I frowned did she stop and asked her sister, ''Won't you introduce me to this guest then?''
