*Third POV*
Hair left open to his own natural flow, deep brown eyes with the eyeliner over it. making it look bigger than before, the blush over her cheeks, the nose over the peek.
The light pink plum lips parted away from each other.
The blue long sleeves dress reached below her knees. Tight around her waist giving below its own flow. Leaving Dong-jun speechless looking at her how beautiful she looks as if the goddess has come down to earth itself.
Just then a cold gust of wind passes through them. Making the stands of her hair flow in front of her face, almost covering it. The fingers of her tug the stand of her hair away from her face.
"Hey," Anjali said in a small voice raising her hand up in the air waving at him with a smile over her lips. Snapping Dong-jun out of his thoughts, releasing he just has been staring at her saying nothing at all.
