Chapter 31

Squatting between the bookshelves of the library, Kyosul looked funny, cute and lovely. As if she was consumed with longing, her eyes seemed full of tears. Ruhae wanted to touch her small forehead out of sympathy. He wanted to take off the ornamental wig and stroke her hair, but he didn't. He just smiled at her, waiting for her to open her eyes.

He held back the strong urge to comfort her.

"Your Highness, Crown Princess."

He almost touched her hair. As if responding to his trembling voice, she opened her eyes in surprise before closing them again.

Kyosul disappeared into the air like a mirage without any trace of her scent. It had been a hallucination that Ruhae conjured out of longing. His hand hung awkwardly in the air.

He lowered his hand as his gentle smile faded.

"I know she isn't here…"

He shook his head. Leaving the library, he felt more tired than he had when he entered.