As night birds leaped from trees and flew high in the skies, while leaves danced in the cold wind, warmth drifted through the walls of Qing's Safe House.
Diamond shadows filled the floor as the moon shone its light through the diamond-patterned glass door.
Min-ji's face appeared and disappeared when the wide blue curtain swayed upward, driven by the cold air that flew through the open window and bounced the fabric into the room.
Metal grinding sounds echoed as she squeezed her grip on the silver rail, while the beauty of her face contorted as she frowned.
The heat in her died when she saw two birds that had no nest, standing on the top branch of a mango tree and hugging each other to keep themselves warm. 'Was leaving the Storm Mansion a good choice?'
"What is bothering you, my lady?" Darian's voice rose from behind her and brought a smile to Min-ji's cheeks, but her eyes remained solemn.
"Nothing that much," she said in a low voice, then shook her head once.
