A young lad and lass lay comfortably in the middle of a vast flower garden, looking at the enchanted scene of the setting sun. The lad closed his eyes, enjoying the wind blowing on his skin, while the lass inhaled the scent of the flower she had just picked beside her.
"Paskha, do you know what people say about us?"
"What?"
"They say we have similar faces to the point they mistake us for sisters."
"Ho? And you believe it?"
"Hmph! How can I believe it? I'm definitely prettier than you."
Paskha laughed at his childhood friend's remark. "Of course, you are prettier than me. After all, I'm not a girl. But… you're not a girl either."
The young lass looked at Paskha with a wrinkled forehead and blazing fire-like eyes, and immediately Paskha felt cold sweat on his back and looked to the side.
