The Little Prince carefully tapes a plaster on your wounded knee. You are sitting in a quiet field while the wind gently plays with the golden stalks

"Fox, you need to be more careful! You know I worry about you"

Beomgyu frowned and sternly looked at you, trying to convey his feelings and reach your soul

Every time he realizes that you have become too firmly embedded in his thoughts, the breath catches in his throat — a symbol of the deep roots

Free from everything, you both found solace in each other