Over.
An Su's smile froze on his face as he watched his shadow beneath his feet stir slightly. Thin, delicate strands of deep black hair swayed gently against the warm yellow of the Chinese parasol tree shadows cast on the solid wood floor through the floor-to-ceiling windows, rippling along with the shadows.
"Miss maid," An Su silently transmitted, "are you here?"
He could now feel Miss Enya right beside him.
"I am your shadow, Mr. An Su."
"Shadows naturally follow their masters."
She was perhaps standing to An Su's right, dressed in a deep black Lolita skirt with light-colored socks and brown leather shoes, her hair as supple as water gathered in a hairpin, revealing a delicate and calm profile.
