It turned out that Damar took her to the waiting room for the guest star talk show.
"Hi .. what's wrong with you?" Damar asked Aruna to sit on his chair.
The chair on wheels looked more comfortable than others.
Aruna just followed him without thinking too much. Her mind was drifting out of control.
Only her body was here.
"Look at that .. look at your face .. where is your soul, Aruna."
Aruna looked at the mirror that Damar pointed at. Ah, she found herself empty.
"I'm just not feeling well .. don't mind it....I just need rest." Aruna was hiding her problem tightly.
"Did you get scolded by your family last night?"
'Was it because she came home too late?' Damar thought.
"Ah, no. It's nothing. I can handle it."
"What can't you overcome then?" Damar seemed to understand that this was not about 'not feeling well', but there must be something else that made her gloomy.
The girl smiled, glanced at Damar, not willing to answer.
