When you enter the room, Yi Sang hums in acknowledgement as he greets you.

"...Welcome. Now what does your heart say... about what you see of my heart?"

He unfolds his fan, his face is as expressionless as ever. The branches and spicebush flowers growing from the left side of his head sway in response to his movement.

"Keep the door ajar. The sunbeam... is warm for once."