The witch and the poisonous apple

There, she covers her bright red face with both hands, squatting. She can feel strength leaving her feet.

Did, did he see me …naked? Yes, totally, he totally saw me!!

This pale skin… this unshapely figure, never touched by a corset…

If it was Tien who saw her, or some other customers, she wouldn't mind. But him?! She feels an unbearable shame.

No way, I never thought he would come—didn't I tell him to come in a month?!

Besides, it's noon! Of all the places, why would he come here!? What business does he have!?

Although her brain is boiling, Roze remembers that Harij is waiting outside. She can't afford to make him stay there forever.

Roze stands up desperately, her feet trembling, and scrambles towards her closet. She has no choice but to put on the robe from Tien. Beneath the robe, she wears nothing.

She doesn't forget to check her reflection within a jar of water. Upon it is the reflection of a teary-eyed girl, cheeks burning red. She tries her best to relax her face.

Roze slaps both her cheeks as hard as she can. It helps her regain her composure.

She opens the front door and calls out to the other side.

"I'm waiting for you. You can come here."

Harij, seemingly having kept his back turned towards her all this time—rigidly turns to face her.

Their distance isn't very far, allowing her to see his expression clearly.

Harij seems to have calmed down—or at least, on the surface, he looks calmer than Roze.

Even when he tries desperately to hide his noble upbringing, some of his graceful behavior still seeps through. Under the bright sky, he's even more dazzling than the usual.

—wait, doesn't that mean he can also perceive her lackluster appearance?

Her head is about to burst.