Thick eyelashes like butterfly wings rested lightly under her eyes, and the red clouds of the evening left a faint trace on her slightly raised profile, coating her skin with just the right amount of blush before it faded away softly. Her shiny black hair was clearly defined, with a few strands brushing her fair cheeks. Her thin arms held the blooming tulips under her chin, and a bright smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth.
She was just immersed in the sea of flowers, with an expression of satisfaction and happiness on her face. Memories surge like a tidal wave, but his face is as quiet as a sleeping baby.
The young man's slightly pursed lips curved upward in an imperceptible arc, and he turned around and disappeared into the thick shadows.