"Sorry, sisters, I'm late. I hope you don't mind."
The woman who walked in was wearing the latest fashion of the season, high heels, her long hair pulled back into a bun, carrying a limited edition handbag in the crook of her arm, her makeup exquisite and dazzling, exuding an aura that seemed to stretch for a meter and a half.
On the contrary, the young girl behind her had a memorable face, her delicate features as if formed by the Creator's careful touch, her cascading long hair and plain long skirt, a gentle and watery smile on her face, like a breeze in April, gently brushing past.
There are many kinds of beauty: stunning and fiery, charming and flowery, sweet as honey, and pure as water, but none compare to the pity at the corners of this young girl's eyebrows.
There's a kind of beauty that transcends the river of time and space, washing away all sins, lavishing mercy on all living beings; her smile, accompanied by the plucking of a flower, is eternal in an instant.
