"Why call me?" Hexia lowered her head, she should've been dead, right?
"I don't know either," said the woman as she walked down from the windowsill and took Hexia's hand, leading her over to her side.
"Look at the scenery outside."
Within the tranquil boudoir, there was a large red and soft comfortable bed, a beautifully crafted vanity mirror, and a pretty, pleated-skirt gown. But none of these held as much appeal to the blonde woman as that small window that looked out onto fields of flowers and grass.
Under the unbelievably blue sky, white, light blue, orange-red, tender yellow, and flowers of every color bloomed in the wild. Young blades of grass also swayed in the breeze, and the sunshine illuminated the earth, making the flowers and grass within view more delicate and touching.
"Do you like watching scenes like this?"
"I like it," Hexia nodded; her mind, originally full of various anxieties, began to settle calmly.
