In the second-floor corridor inside the library, Rickto leaned against a luxurious armchair, holding an ancient book, flipping through its pages, but today he seemed a bit more distracted than usual.
His gaze fell on the corner of the library courtyard on the first floor.
The light streaming through the stained-glass windows illuminated the book and also the girl's radiant golden hair. Her slender fingers gently turned the pages of the parchment book, her delicate features full of focus.
The white shirt was made of light fabric, with intricate lace embroidery on the collar and cuffs, resembling a blooming lily. The hem of her sky-blue skirt fell naturally, creating ripples with her slight movements.
Perhaps it was the shared characteristic of golden hair that caught his attention, or maybe he simply admired that serene beauty. From the moment he sat down on the corridor to read, Rickto had been unable to focus on the pages in front of him as he usually would.
