A neat short haircut like a gentle breeze blowing over the mountain top at dawn, not a trace of excess.
Each strand exudes an unadorned natural beauty.
Fine strands softly rest on her forehead, forming a clever harmony with the glasses perched on her nose—the eyes behind the lenses are deep and bright, seemingly able to perceive the essence of all things in the world, yet inadvertently revealing a cold aloofness that keeps people at a distance.
When shaking hands with Dirk Carter.
It was just a brief touch.
Then she quickly withdrew her hand.
Not sure if it was a mistake.
In that moment, Dirk Carter surprisingly caught a glimpse of aversion in her eyes.
There was another more obvious detail.
Everyone stood lined up.
Almost shoulder to shoulder.
Except on Alexis Lewis's side, the people on both sides kept at least a fist's distance from her, seemingly afraid to approach her.
After the welcoming ceremony at the door was over.
