Unconsciously, she caressed the corner of her lips, deep in thought as she picked up the magazine on the table. Her bright, spirited eyes never strayed from the content. Her gaze followed what she read, like ripples on an autumn lake, sometimes brimming with deep affection, sometimes smiling lightly, her graceful demeanor combined the charm of a young girl and the sophisticated allure of a mature woman seamlessly without any discordance.
Without any excessive adornments, her hair was pulled back simply, held by an elegant crystal hairpin that gracefully allowed strands of hair to naturally fall by her temples. Her fair and tender left ear, where a small earring could vaguely be seen, shimmered in the fluctuating light. Yet, her face maintained a subtle, constant smile, her bright eyes and radiant teeth captivated anyone who looked at her.
