The midnight storm ruthlessly whipped on the cold glass, crackling, and small streams of streams of water gathered into a curtain of water, pouring down from the windowsill.Outside the window, dark clouds cover the moon, lightning and thunder, and cold wind raged, just like the end of the world.In sharp contrast, the glass in the window reflects a nearly perfect side face in the warm candlelight, a nearly perfect girl.Yes, it is the perfection in the usual sense, the perfection that cannot be picked out at all from the appearance, clothing, dress, accessories, and even the height of the pen holding the fingertips. She seems to be the favor of the goddess, gathering the most beautiful imagination in the world.