Have Mercy, Ma'am!

She was a stunner — a beauty of unparalleled proportions. Only the girls around Baiyi could rival her beauty. Her face was soft, with features similar to that of a porcelain doll. Her lustrous, raven-black hair rivaled Mia's. Her lean shoulders and arms were covered by a white, form-fitting, silk robe; it accentuated the tenderness of her slim physique. The robe gracefully covered her ravishing long legs, but when she opened the door, the wispy robe fluttered mildly, allowing Baiyi a glimpse of her feminine curves. 

Her countenance stood out more than her beauty did, though. There was an uncanny similarity between this girl and Mia. She emanated the gentleness of a woman and the sweet disposition of a girl. This made Baiyi feel an urge to hug her and sniff the sweet scent of her skin.

Other than the color of her hair, this girl did not resemble Mia; however, Baiyi, in his mind, could not stop viewing the two as long-lost sisters or, surprisingly, the same person.