The long dress of Bluewater Bright Painting, soft yet form-fitting, draped over a not-so-thick gray coat like an ink painting she had melded into.
She was tall, nearly as tall as Sui Yi, wearing flat shoes, her figure slender and slight, her shoulders sharp like a blade, as if she could disappear with a gust of wind.
Trail of the iris, distant partridge; perhaps this is the feeling it evokes.
She turned her face.
About nine meters away from Sui Yi by the trash can.
A distant gaze, a voice...
"A very beautiful eagle."
How to describe that voice.
Vast and distant; it was the first time Sui Yi heard such a far-reaching and cool voice. The tone was gentle and elegant, yet you could feel her distance.
It was boundless and profound.
Somewhat familiar.
Sui Yi met her eyes.
Her eyes seemed to have a similar... strange or bewildered glimmer.
