The girl's skin was as delicate as curdled cream, ready to break upon the slightest touch, as smooth as silk and as resilient as reeds. There were several faint bloodstains on her face, which did not mar her beauty in the least but rather added a touch of liveliness. Dressed in light green clothes, her dark hair, as glossy as satin, waved wildly in the breeze. With the boundless forest as her backdrop, she seemed to have been born from the very essence of the earth and sky, a spirit of the woods, of ethereal beauty and city-toppling grace, truly a singular vision of loveliness living in seclusion within a barren valley.
However, the girl's slightly puffed cheeks, the pout of her lips, and the annoyance in her eyes all signaled that her mood was quite unpleasant at the moment. This crystalline figure, in such a state, was both pitiable and vexing, and it indeed made one want to go chop down the culprit who had caused her to wear such an expression.
