Si-a's POV:
I had always assumed that my heart was broken enough in all these years to feel any further pain. But I guess, I was wrong. Somewhere in my heart, I had still treasured a dim hope in the disguise of my duties.
I stood all frigid silently behind a large wall of the yard so that Yeong couldn't notice me. I didn't want to interrupt his happiness, as always.
As I silently took a glimpse at him, his eyes were beaming with a jovial feeling while looking at Ha-Eun. People hopelessly in love often radiate such a pleasant aura when they get to see their loved ones. The eloquence was kind of similar to my eyes whenever I saw my loved one... almost every time...
"I made this bean sprout soup and rice-cakes for you... as a token of my gratitude towards you from yesterday." She handed him a small tiffin box while mumbling those words to him. She had a small amicable grin on her fretted face while handing it to him.
