The silver-haired girl smiled slightly, a trace of slyness flashing in her silver-grey eyes: "But at least it's a way."
The door closed—
The princess was dazed for a moment, sitting in the chair, she turned her head again to watch the dust floating up and down beneath the tall arched window. The golden sunlight seemed to weave a dream, making her unable to help but ponder.
What kind of story unfolded after that?
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Wind rose in the forest.
The low wind breezed through the treetops like flowing water, causing the dense fog to slowly move. Layers of white mist spread between the branches, contrasting with clusters of fiery red berries below.
The stillness of the early morning was broken by the distant, approaching sound of galloping horses.
