GYPSY LOOKED up at the bright sun with her eyes closed.
[Ah, the sun.]
It was still fairly early in the morning, so the heat of the sun didn't hurt her skin.
But even if it did, she would still be grateful.
The weather in the North was always harsh and cold. Thus, she appreciated the fact that she could wear light clothes without freezing to death.
Autumn.
It was the beginning of autumn in the empire. The temperature was already starting to decrease, but the days in the empire were sunny. She was so glad that they arrived at the Royal Capital in the morning.
[I'm so tired of the cold.]
But of course, she didn't voice it out for fear of offending her company.
"Noonim, what are you doing?"
"Appreciating the sun," Gypsy said, smiling. "I want to be reborn as a sunflower in my next life."
"Why a sunflower?"
"Because a sunflower faces the sun all the time."
