Noticing an elegant silhouette in the reflection of seemingly glossy water — a woman with an amazingly beautiful waist, you decided to come closer to the other end of the path. Lawrence, the one who was aggressive and vindictive in public, was a secret flower alone. Her hands moved gracefully in time with the murmur of the stream, the curves of her waist were from magazine covers, and her charisma would have captivated anyone. You squatted down and began to admire the imposing movements of Eula.