The girl in front of him was about six or seven years old. Her snow-white princess gown wrapped around her petite figure, while her skin looked so delicate as though it would be torn apart by a cold wind. Dark purple hair reached down her shoulders, as a pink headband was tied into a butterfly knot. From a cursory glance, they looked like a pair of standing cat ears. An ahoge stuck out her hair, adding a hint of moe to her.
Her facial features remained prepubescent, making her a little tender and childlike but even so, the sky-blue eyes and the pink lips that looked as thin as a cicada's wings, as well as that natural and unmatchable beauty, would leave anyone gasping at the perfection and exquisiteness of her facial features.
If the Creator had any work that He was happy with, it had to be this panicking and weeping beautiful face. Perhaps, it was an unfinished work that needed time to complete it.
