White, soft fingers gently brushed the boughs of the flowers.

The petals, which were white with a bit of reddish color, gently shook and trembled, looking incredibly soft.

The voice behind him rang out for a moment, not impatient, not angry, not triumphant, it was calm and full of sense.

Once again, the tender white palms of his hands Buddhaed over the flowering branches.

Absolutely beautiful hands, absolutely beautiful people, absolutely beautiful eyes.

But she ...