C16 A fairy like girl

Darkness wrapped around him like a shroud, numbing his senses.

Ziyan Qing stood frozen, his gaze locked on the large photograph of a girl no older than fourteen. In the picture, the young girl wore a white dress and sat delicately on a wooden swing, clutching a melting ice cream cone. Her hazel-gray eyes gleamed with life, framed by long lashes and gracefully arched brows