His fingers lightly touched her hair, helping to tuck the strands blocking her cheek behind her ear, revealing her face in his view.
At first glance, her face wasn't striking or particularly delicate, but upon closer look, every feature was small and meticulous, a type that grows more attractive the more you look.
Moreover, her overly fair skin was like white snowflakes. Previously, her lips had been slightly dull due to prolonged illness, but over the past two years, as her health gradually improved, her lips became rosier, pairing with her snow-white skin, she truly resembled a red rose blooming on the snowy ground, a beauty that lingered in one's mind.
Twenty-two years old, truly a blossoming age.
She was just a little girl.
Every little girl dreams, dreaming she is a little princess in her own castle, waiting for her prince.
The prince she longed for wasn't him, but what was wrong with that?
It was he who shattered her dream.
