Lady Chiho Hoshitsu was the mother of a four-year-old, yet she appeared to be only in her mid-twenties, with extremely delicate features, eyes like apricot pits shimmering with waves of light, eyebrows that seemed knitted yet not, naturally verdant without the need for cosmetics, and she wore a plain-colored kimono that complemented her skin like jade, lips red and teeth white, sitting there with a fragile and untouched air about her, almost like an exiled fairy.
It's hard to describe, for such a beauty, language can easily become pale and powerless, but her loveliness wasn't merely in an impeccable figure or appearance, it was more about a unique aura. She didn't have to speak or pose deliberately, just sitting there, she was enchantingly bone-deep, inciting an irresistible urge to protect and cherish her within one's palms.
