The man's movements halted and his raised eyebrows expressed the shock he was feeling. That voice... He knew that voice, but where had he heard it before? He couldn't remember.
"Sister Yoon! What the hell are you doing?!"
Ha-Yun's words dealt yet another blow, breaking the man's confused mind into shambles.
"Yoon... Yoon-Yi?" he blurted out.
Muddleheaded and in utter shock, he turned around slowly. Then, he remained still like a lifeless statue, staring blankly at the person who had just interrupted them.
It was a woman, but her face was covered with a beautiful mask, depicting a lovely image of a blushing girl. The woman's robes were beautiful and of high quality. Even in that dim light he could still notice the fine details and patterns flowing on the sleeves and along the bottom rim; butterflies. Small, tiny flecks of brilliant blue and yellow adorned her hair, creating a dazzling aura around her hair.
