You say it is as white as pear blossoms, and the flower path has never been swept away.
She smiled softly, and the smile was like the scent of mint, spreading lightly at the corners of his mouth. Pear blossoms are like snow.
He was speechless with these four words. She sat down gently, as if she was out of this world, and her fingertips fell on the strings, trembling lightly. The sound of the piano started again, but it rose and fell on his chest. He saw that her fingers were as white as pear blossoms.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
