The Cyan Path

That woman was wearing very little, giving off an ethereal feeling. As I got closer, a chilly wind blew into my heart, making me shiver incessantly. I thought it was Ya, never expecting that kind of thing. When I was about to leave, she finally spoke, but she refused to face me. 'Do you know how hard it is for me to see you?' Her voice sounded so much like Ya. 'Ya, is that you?' 'No, it's clearly you, why say it's not? Turn your face and let me see.' 'No!' 'Why?' 'Because! Because! I'm very ugly, afraid I'll scare you.' I was sure the voice was Ya's, but her actions made me doubt. Ya's hair wasn't that long, and she wasn't that tall! Her figure was similar to Ya's, slightly thinner, wearing very little, contrary to the season. Her voice was unusually harsh, though similar to Ya's. I dared not approach, staying about two meters away. 'She's too cold.' Finally, she turned her face to me, but it was covered by hair. Could I still not think in that direction? 'Damn, what have I encountered?' I turned and ran. She kept calling me in Ya's voice, 'Jian! Jian! What are you running from? Don't you want to see my face?'