The Consort of the R

A single, painted hand shot out from the ground, grabbing onto the ankle with a desperate force, as if grasping at a lifeline. A shattering sound echoed, followed by a frantic cry: "Save me... save me...",A gentle breeze opened the curtain, revealing her face. Her skin was as white as fine porcelain, unadorned yet elegant and refined. While she wasn't breathtakingly beautiful or stunningly captivating, she possessed a unique charm. Her brows were like ink paintings, naturally dark and delicate, her features small and graceful, with an air of youthful vibrancy that made her appear particularly striking.,At the end of the bustling street, there stood a five-story building with flowers adorning its facade. Unlike the surrounding buildings adorned with gaudy reds, greens, and yellows, this one was primarily decorated with delicate pale green cherry blossoms, giving it an elegant and refined air.。