Du You East City, atop a seaside cliff.
A woman sat barefoot on a bluestone.
Her skirt was a brilliant red, spread out beside the stone.
At the hem where it dragged on the ground, unintentionally, two small sections of frost-white toes peeked out.
They were symmetrically aligned.
The toes, revealed beneath the skirt, were proportionate and delicate, round and pale as if sculpted from cream.
Ten toes were painted with crimson Dou Kou, slightly curled and huddled together like meticulously carved rubies, exquisitely petite.
Only occasionally, a few grains of sand found themselves stuck between the gaps of the big toes.
If someone with a penchant for feet were present, they would surely worry secretly, fearing the sand grains might puncture the delicate skin.
At this moment, however, the owner of these jade feet seemed unconcerned, having apparently just walked barefoot across the beach and climbed the cliff with her shoes in hand.
