The moon was a warm milky glow in the sky as if the sight of it could become a song in the eyes of anyone willing to raise their head upward. If the moon appeared anew in the sky upon a clear and starry night, in that instant, it would elevate the souls of all to some higher plane.
"The moon is so beautiful," Yuna said in amusement.
Min turned his head as he glanced at Yuna. And that made her heart flutter. But, then, he spoke with his deep voice. "You are much more beautiful, Lady Yuna."
She blushed. It was the way he said it. With a tone that made her feel cared for and cherished.
Yuna was aching for his arms to hold her, making her feel as if she wasn't alone even though she knew she was. She looked at him, and she knew it.
