Just as Shura was about to respond, the door clicked and the voice in her head disappeared.
"Shura are you okay?" Yifan's worried and uneasy voice was heard from behind the door.
"I'm fine," said Shura drowsily.
As he poured the water down his head, the water flowing from his body took away the anxiety and worry in him.
Just then, the voice whispered in his ear one last time. It's like saying goodbye.
"I've always been there for you. Because you were alone. Now there's no need for me. I have to go, to those in need..."
"Oh Shura, be honest with yourself now. Emotions are strength, not weakness. Let go of that strong character you've built in your head"
"The strong must be alone, the strong must be able to take care of themselves, the strong is self-sufficient, break your own criteria and rules.
Living without rules, you are trapped by your own rules"
Shaken Shura.
Because the voice was right.
"What will happen if you love? Will you die? What if your parents and parents were your father? What harm will it do you?"
"Remember Shura? They were the ones who came and saved you when you were not wanted by anyone in Hell"
"Trust and surrender yourself to love. Because you are still a strong woman."
"Bye"
"Okay," whispered Shura. "I will accept them again and again with my heart and most sincerity."
The voice chuckled and disappeared forever.
Not to return again.
Shura, who had imagined herself as she "should be" and acted on, now felt as if she had been freed from her chains.
It was as if everything in his body had been lifted.
She dried on a towel, put on her market and went outside.
He smiled slightly, looking at Yifan in his room.
-To be continued-