The morning mist condenses into frosty flowers on the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Brother Jing, we meet again!"
"Xiaoxiao!"
Lin Xiaocan stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, morning light gilding her with a soft gold edge. Today she's wearing a cream-colored knit dress, its hem falling just above her knees, revealing a pair of long and slender legs. The V-neck of the dress perfectly reveals her delicate collarbones, and beneath them is a faint tattoo of a small ginkgo leaf.
Her long hair flows like a waterfall, glossy black with natural soft curls at the ends, cascading down to her waist. When she turns, her strands draw a graceful arc in the air, falling slowly as if in slow motion. Sunlight streams through the hair, refracting into fine halos, enveloping her entirely in a haze of misty light.
