I, Lord Sylvia

She sat in front of the glass door. Winter was coming, but she was wearing so little. She looked at the passers-by in bewilderment, like a girl waiting to be rescued. I looked at her from a distance until she saw me looking at her. I could clearly see the joy in her eyes. She stood up. I immediately looked away, afraid of being discovered by her. I was still watching her with my peripheral vision. I saw the loss and unwillingness in her eyes. There was no way, I knew we were not from the same world, and I couldn't give her what she wanted. After I left, I vaguely heard her say to another person: Handsome guy, come in and play. Western Fantasy Cold Weapons Era, Lord's Unsystematic Technology Growth Story This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.