The girl in a pure white dress is like a feathered elf drifting from a dream. Her hair was tied into two soft balls at the back of her head, and a few strands of broken hair lightly hung in front of her forehead, trembling slightly with her graceful dance steps. Skinny Sex Dolls supported her cheeks with both hands, her eyes slightly drooping, and a faint smile on her lips, immersing herself in her own small world.
Countless white feathers hovered and danced around her, like the first snow of winter, like the wings of an angel. She would occasionally stand on tiptoe and slowly rotate, her skirt blossoming like petals; Sometimes I stop and let Feather gently stroke my cheek. At this moment, time seems to stand still, leaving only the purest innocence and beauty. Looking at her, my heart unconsciously softened.
