Sharpness turned into warmth, the sparse breeze through the bamboo forest, suddenly illuminated by the warm sun.
In front of the Medical Officer Institute, the hustle and bustle of the crowd slowed, and the noise gradually faded, overshadowed by the presence of the two people standing beneath the carriage.
They wore robes of the same pale blue and shared a similarly striking handsomeness. However, the same color, worn by different people, took on a completely different air.
One was cool and detached, like the long wind in the mountains, or a clear lake, always shrouded in a light mist; the other stood out brightly, elegant and superior, like the clear skies after rain, a soft midsummer night, clean and clear.
The flickering shadows of the trees fell upon the steps, but the two figures in front of the clinic made even the narrow dirt road of West Street appear dazzling.
