"Thank God! You have finally decided to grace me with your presence, Your Highness, by deeming to open the door!"
Dae Jung blurted out teasingly, but paused after seeing her face.
"You...you are crying? Hey! Shh! Don't cry, don't cry. You are a good girl, aren't you?" He spoke, stepping forward and rubbing her back to get her breathing pace to normal.
She didn't say a word in reply, not even to protest that she had, indeed, not been crying. Instead, she just looked at Dae Jung and stepped inside again, trying to interpret how her life had flipped upside down- changing her into something she had always been, but was afraid to accept in front of anyone, even her family, fearing that they wouldn't want the imperfect girl she actually was! And so, she had to be perfect.
She quietly sat down on the bed, still not saying anything, but noticing the change in the colours, which happened to appear on the face of the boy in front of her.
