Lord Seungho walked on the soft soil of the ground. Normally, he didn't dare step down on the dirt unless he had to. He always preferred wearing his shoes. But, he wanted to be out here with Na-Kyum. Like he normally would. Everything he did, most of the time, was for the little painter he grew attached to.

"Little painter," He smiled down at the man looking at the flowers. "Shouldn't you be inside? It's quite warm out here, wouldn't you rather be inside?"