The Past Carries Guilt

The breeze had no way to enter the place, but So Eun saw Mingli's strands of hair fluttered as he look down, as if the few breaths of winds mysteriously bypassed them.

"Tell me then."

"Hm?"

"If that is worth something to be told."

Mingli went silent, but he saw the slight glimmer of those eyes and hid away in a glimpse.

"There is no way for a child to know about his past entirely as if they had just learned about it by watching a play."

Mingli commented, but the faint tone of his voice resembled a smiling face. So Eun did not need to check if Mingli was being solemnly gloomy, he just felt his spirit lit up once again.

The pure excitement of a child could really show, even if one tried hard to hide it.

"If so, how did you know then?"

Mingli hummed and played with his coarse clothes that were tattered from the cause of running all around bushes and trunks.