Sitting on her knees with clasped hands in the sitting room, Nakashima Wakana's gaze darts around in nervousness. A woman in a dark purple robe was sitting in front of her. Wakana knows this woman from the memories of Choi Minho and his elder brother.
The teenage girl who lost her eyes years ago has grown into a slender woman with touches of time near the corners of her eyes and lips.
"I wanted to meet you for a long time." Oh Soo-Mi said to her with a smile, "You are a beautiful lady, Miss Nakashima."
Wakana gapes at Choi Minho. What did she say?
'I wanted to meet you for a long time.' She hears Choi Minho's voice in her head. 'You are a beautiful lady.'
"Oh." Wakana beams at Oh Soo-Mi. "Thank you, Oh-san, but you are way more beautiful than I am."
'The language barrier is a pain in the arse.' Hano chimes in, 'Why can't everyone become a spirit like me? Nobody can speak my language but everyone can understand me.'
