In the vast, boundless white world, the pure white girl almost seemed to blend into the surrounding space, so delicate that she was nearly indistinguishable.
This was an exceptionally petite little girl, having dealt with the Rose Maidens for so long, I could tell at a glance that her small stature was due to her being a doll. She was dressed in a pure white bud dress, her skin snow white to the point of resembling flawless jade. Her disheveled twin tails sprawled over the curled-up girl's body, her waist-length hair nearly covering most of her figure, a white rose that seemed to have grown there covered her right eye, and her left eye remained tightly shut. Even after I arrived beside her, the girl didn't open her eyes.
