Black hair danced along with the melody of the wind. The air moved without making a beat, but it managed to seduce the dark strands that resembled curtains to sway along with it.
The red robes looked stunning under the glare of the sun, and the green ambiance around him gave an illusion that he was a red rose in the middle of a meadow.
But, he was not a red rose, and he was not enjoying the breeze that keep teasing his face. Instead, his dark eyes focused on the floating fried fish on the pond. The pond area was not too big, not too big to the point he couldn't see the end of it. The surface was covered by aquatic plants, and the fish was floating along with the plants.
It was the fish that he threw earlier, but he didn't have any intention of grabbing it from the pond and saving it from the dirty water. Instead, he smirked as he continued staring at the pond.
