The family members anxiously waited outside the delivery room, until the midwife came out with little joy. The expectant expressions on everyone's faces instantly fell by half.,Hair as fiery red as pomegranate blossoms cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes were the same brilliant crimson as her locks. Yet, there was no arrogance or flamboyance to match their color. Instead, they resembled a lake rippling in the wind.,But later, the rationality of an adult prevailed over that fragility.。