She looked soft and squishy, like a meatball, with a chin that tapered to a point, a not-so-big face, but a little baby fat that became obvious when she smiled, puffing up in a way that made one want to give it a squeeze.
Adoration in her eyes was almost impossible to hold back, like that of a young girl seeing an older man, bursting with pure yet desire-filled tumult.
He watched Yun Yuwan, whose eyes shone brightly as they gazed at him. Deep inside, he really wanted to ask her, "Do you like me?"
But he felt it was unnecessary to burst her bubble. A young girl's affection is fleeting, liking him was a very normal thing.
She remembered food but forgot the beatings; she didn't recall a time when she used to avoid his gaze and steer clear of him, too scared to cling to him.
Just a hint of a signal from him, a little niceness, and she would follow, forgetting that she'd ever been afraid of him.
