MTLNOVEL Chapter 15: Reunion After 40 Years (Part 2)
The closer she got, the clearer the female voice became. Gradually, an image formed in Nomi's mind.
A woman of infinite gentleness, compassionate, like a Holy Mother.
"I'm sorry!"
Nomi's heart became more and more excited, she almost lost her mind, pushed aside the people around her and rushed to the other side:
"Hello—"
As soon as she spoke, Nomi didn't know how to continue.
It seemed that the woman in the center of the crowd noticed her movement and turned her gaze.
Her scarlet long hair fluttered in the wind, like a red lotus quietly blooming, drawing the most beautiful arc in the air. Her fiery golden eyes were like molten metal, incredibly hot, yet seemingly filled with magnetic force. Once you met her gaze, you couldn't look away from her fiery golden pupils.
Nomi held her breath. The woman before her was so stunningly beautiful that it went beyond her imagination.
Not to mention her mere college-level vocabulary, even if a few language and literature professors were present, or an ancient literary master were resurrected, they wouldn't be able to logically and grammatically speak a single adjective before the beauty standing gracefully, quietly blooming in this flame and gold outline.
The woman wore the most ordinary black robe, just seemingly burned in some places, revealing her smooth calves and crystal-clear feet. Her feet were placed together, obediently stepping on the snow, without any frostbite from the cold, instead exuding a healthy blush that made one inevitably think 'appetizing'.
She is so adorable and beautiful—Nomi's mind instantly overloaded—even women with outdated thoughts from the past Frost Plated would be moved, unable to say a word against the masculinity of gaze.
As long as the red-haired woman cast a slight questioning look, the natural innocence oozing from her fiery golden eyes was enough to melt the heart of any organic being.
She was the dream lover in the hearts of all genders.
If she were to raise her index finger, press it to her charming cheek dimple, and look up with a thoughtful, obedient expression, her thick, dense eyelashes would gently flutter like butterfly wings—but in the eyes of ordinary women, that wasn't fluttering eyelashes, it was the flutter of the heart.
Even at this level of beauty, should her demeanor be slightly arrogant or hateful, it would still be considered a symbol of 'adorable vitality.' Yet the girl did not behave this way.
The red-haired girl, appearing only seventeen or eighteen, displayed a calm maturity, a steadiness only seen in middle-aged leaders.
When commands and suggestions were uttered from her little cherry mouth with a gentle young voice, the mix of young and mature womanly charm completely swept away her last flaws.
To love beauty is human nature.
Beauty knows no gender, species, or civilization.
True beauty is healthy, positive, a kind of beauty that transcends gender gaze.
Only backward and conservative civilizations, in their moral valleys, would disdain the beauty of women/men.
Nomi stared at the other for a long time, her mind completely invaded and occupied by her charm, her mouth opening and closing for a long time, unable to speak a word under the watch of those exquisite, absolutely beautiful fiery golden eyes.
—What should she do?
Only after a minute did Nomi think of this.
The gazes of everyone and the girl fell on her, and Nomi stammered, was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.
"I..."
She opened her mouth, clearly already fifty years old, yet facing a girl who looked even younger than herself, she was filled with nervousness.
"Hmm?"
The girl watched her, one hand holding her chin, the other wrapped across her chest, seemingly pondering something, her adorable eyes tracing a 'z' shape in the air, revealing a thoughtful idea, without hiding her calculating thought, since people wouldn't care anyway.
[How should I tease this little ghost?]
"Got it!"
The girl decided, puffed up her chest, and slowly walked toward Nomi.
The closer she got, the more Nomi felt the overwhelming aura that crushed everything she'd ever known emanating from the red-haired girl, along with a complex pressure from her absolute beauty and noble aura, barely able to get through.
"Oops!"
Then, Nomi watched wide-eyed as the girl fell flat on the ground.
"...Huh?"
Nomi looked down in confusion, staring at the girl lying in the snow, her smooth, sexy back exposed, unclear about the situation, yet quickly asked:
"Are you alright, miss?"
She asked, kneeling down, lifting the girl from the snow, patting off the snow on her shoulders and red hair while the girl behaved quite docilely and cutely, like a doll allowing her to be cared for and tidied.
Who could refuse such a beautiful scene? Nomi certainly couldn't.
At over fifty, she was at an age when a normal woman would be a mother-in-law or even holding a grandchild.
She gently took the other's hand, blew off the dirt, smoothing out the non-existent dents on it:
"You really are quite the lady, although the Sun is out, the Outer World is permafrost all year round. The underground water heats and rises, but condenses when it meets the cold air in the middle, forming an ice film on the ground—this is physics knowledge even college students know."
"How would I know!" The girl angrily puffed her cheeks and said, "I've never lived in the Outer World, how can I compare to you mortals who grew up with ice knives and snow swords."