On top of the tree was a little girl who was trying to pluck a fruit but when she heard the ruffling sound of dried leaves, she screamed joyfully.
"Father! come and help me pluck…" seeing that it was not her father but a boy taller than her, wearing ash clothes with blood dripping from his hand, she widened her eyes. Not because of the injury of his state of despair but because of his face!
The boy was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. The little girl forgot she was on the tree and so, she slipped off and fell from the tree. Good thing the tree wasn't far from the ground and the dried leaves were abundant.
Even when she fell, instead of checking for injuries, the child beamed at Yin An. "You are so fine… like silk clothes."
