When dawn was just breaking, the color of the sky was tranquil and exquisite—a hazy, pale blue infused with an equally pale purple. Unlike the blazing brilliance of a clear, cloudless day, it left the heart feeling as still as a placid lake.
A waning moon, about to slip away, dotted the blue-purple canopy. The entire sky was almost translucent, like a young girl's unspoken thoughts, pervaded by an elusive sense of mystery—a translucent melancholy, breathtakingly beautiful.
Muyin paused to gaze up at the sky in a daze for a moment. She loved the chill of the early morning air and that streak of blue on the distant horizon—so pale, so pure. No wonder Alin liked blue so much; it was the color of the sky and the sea, the color symbolizing freedom.
Chapter 53