Everyone thought the person on the poster was Umi, but it was actually Yun Yuwan.
Those two girls took a photo with her right in front of the magazine.
Her eyes, round as a cat's, were pitch black, distinctly separating black from white, much like a mystic spirit of the clear mountains, her face as pale as a palm, cheeks soft, and hair thick and straight like a waterfall. She was not just sweet, but there was a refreshing crispness that broke through sweetness, leaning more towards a cold beauty.
Because when she wasn't smiling, she still had crisp lines, a distinct beauty's sharpness, a straight and abrupt nose bridge, and a jawline that tapered gently to an extremely delicate chin, evoking a sense of pity yet a natural, resolute stubbornness.
With or without a smile, she was two different people, like the beautiful mountain spirit in the Classic of Poetry, when all sounds return to the mountain, led by orchids and female vines.
