Her hair was somewhat disheveled, her cheeks flushed red from the biting cold wind. Her once-exquisite bun had loosened considerably, and a few stray locks of hair played at the sides of her face, adding a touch of messy beauty.
Little Green Tea saw me waiting for her here, and she was so overcome with emotion that she couldn't catch her breath. With a hint of a sob in her voice, she cried out, "Your Majesty..."
Her voice was laden with grievance and joy, and a shimmer of bright tears welled up in her eyes.
Chapter 18