"Ah..."
"Ah..."
The serene night, with the clear bright moon hanging high in the sky, illuminating the eternity.
Its bright light turns into a calm gaze, allowing the deep sea to sketch its outline through the shimmering waves.
But at the end of its sight lies the quiet, ancient cottage on the sandy beach.
Inside the half-open sliding door of the wooden house, a lovely young girl lies sideway on the white bedding, her face flushed, slightly parted lips surrounded by intimate clothing scattered around her.
Her contented sleeping face is nestled in her soft black hair, like a slightly tousled flower after a spring rain shower...
So delicate, yet so beautiful, inviting affection.
The bedding just covers her up to her collarbone, leaving her neck exposed.
Thus revealing the fair skin with hints of red, like the lingering spring on the petals...
It's not that the spring rain was too harsh, just that the flower was too tender.
