The morning sunlight was gently warm, not blinding, filtering through the dappled tree leaves onto the young girl, casting upon her a layer of holy light. Her delicate and translucent white face, as if it could be broken with a gentle puff, and her eyelashes quivered like tiny brushes. Behind the girl was a glasshouse filled with fresh flowers.
Gu Che remembered the nickname people had given her, Elf Princess, which was apt; because of her presence, the place seemed like a fairyland, as if she merged with nature itself, with a beautiful Elf Princess lying within this wonderland.
He had always known his sister was beautiful, but he had not anticipated such breathtaking loveliness, appearing ethereal and dream-like, like an angel who had mistakenly descended to the mortal world.
