It was past midnight when she first saw her. Her eyes were tightly shut and her champagne-colored evening dress clung to her skin firmly.
She looked peaceful as her chest moved slightly indicating light breathing. Her long hair was packed in a high ponytail with a twisted braid. She had light makeup on her face with nude-colored lipstick.
There was a thin line of blood rushing from her mouth and her dress looked a little disheveled. At one glance you would know she was in an accident.
Kim Aera looked at her younger brother whose eyes never left the petite girl once. For the first time, since that incident, she saw different waves of emotions rush past his ever-so-glowing silver eyes.
He finally looked up and as if it was just an illusion, his eyes returned to normal.
"Can you please take care of her?" he asked his sister with pleading eyes and handed over the girl to him.
