Sarah's skin glistened in the sun and her bronze hair shone bright. The warm breeze brushed to and fro, giving her some sort of temporary satisfaction. Her long hair dance around in the air. Anyone who observed the view of Sarah in the courtyard that afternoon would think she was an angel. Her flowing white gown even completed the stunning and chaste aura Sarah exuded. It was her second time in the courtyard, but it seemed even prettier than she remembered. It was probably because of the sour state she was in that she tried her best to feed on the beauty of the gardens.