The north wind intruded through the opened window.
The girl in a black dress leaned moodily against the half-window, strands of her untied blue-black hair flying in the wind. The gauze of her dress lifted slightly, revealing a pair of eyes as sharp as cut gems, like two cold stars hanging on her radiantly beautiful face.
She reached out to catch a bamboo leaf blown down by the wind.
A dewdrop rolled off it, running into the palm of her hand and instantly bringing a chill.
Immediately, she flung the bamboo leaf away.
The image of someone being invaded by cold palm strength involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
She bit down on her silver teeth and turned around.
Next to the lotus lamp by the left side of the gauze curtain in the room, under the flickering light, one could clearly see the painting hanging on the wall.
The person who painted this portrait must have been a master of the craft.
