"I've read a book. It stated our body is a cage itself. Do you want to hear about it?" Damar looked up at her, strands of dark locks on his face, caressing.
The girl who currently sat on the wheelchair was blinding in her brilliance. Not because she looked beautiful, the clothes she wore were nothing extraordinary. She was beautiful, and it was more than a matter of appearance.
Damar was stunned for a while, maybe too long in his daze even though Aruna already nodded her head at his prompt. He was searching for something. What kind of charm that made Aruna so dazzling, so captivating that he was rendered powerless before her, reducing him into a prisoner of hope.
