In early spring in Kyoto, the sun was warm, and a gentle breeze brushed past, bringing a refreshing feeling. Han Yiwei had just walked out of the orphanage when a stunningly beautiful young girl approached him.
This girl was as beautiful as a fairy, with fair skin and delicate, tranquil yet breathtaking features. In the warmth of spring, her beauty appeared even more radiant.
She wore a white spring blouse paired with a deep blue skirt, her long hair cascading down, and on her feet were simple white canvas shoes.
As she walked towards him with the sunlight shining on her, the radiant smile on her face seemed to embody the spirit of a goddess of flowers, capable of making all flowers bloom in her presence.
Han Yiwei's assistant beside him was already staring blankly, completely captivated. He had never seen such a beautiful girl; her smile seemed to touch people's hearts, inspiring immediate tenderness and longing.
