Calamity

The sea breeze lifted the thin curtain, making the blue seashells at the window flutter slightly and the chime made from corals chime.

Higan was sitting on the edge of the window. Even with Tang Ling's mask on her face, her slender and beautiful body was like a night painting embedded at the window.

One could not help but wonder what she looked like under the mask yet could not bear the revelation. What if under the face under the mask did not match one's expectations? Would it not destroy the romantic anticipation in one's heart?

Many young men who walked past the street would lay their eyes on the window where she was, but none of them dared to fantasize.