EPISODE 2.12
She was diligently twisting the absolutes of what Cha Ye-Ryun had to do.
But her actions were gradually creating cracks in the perfect narrative of the Flower of Trials, and he, who had come here before her, could see it.
He could see how the cracks that Cha Ye Ryun had created were gradually tearing up the Flower of Trials, opening its gaping maw wide. What lengths the soon-to-be enraged Flower of Trials would go to maintain its story?
What was visible to him was invisible to her.
“Cha, Cha, Cha, Cha.”
The name rolled around in his mouth. He wondered if it was a good thing that a real person like him was in this drama named flower of trials, or if it was a good thing that the person was Cha Ye-ryun.
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he thought of her, who was uncharacteristically kind, but unable to hide the look on her face that made his head spin.
What would happen to the flower of this trial if they became aware of each other’s existence?
He didn’t have an answer to that yet. But as he stared at the cracks she was making, a hope he’d thought he’d forgotten
reared in his head.
As he walked in circles around the front of her house and watched her back as she entered, he pondered for a moment.
He should warn her not to shake up the drama that was rapidly changing its ordeal. But he also didn’t want to warn her. He didn’t want to warn her, because he liked the flower of trial which she was stirring.
But even this was an excuse. A lame excuse to warn her not to stir up the drama and let her know that he existed.
I want to meet Cha Ye-ryun, not as ber being villainess and me being the sub male protagonist of Flower of Trials, but as a person who shares the same reality and wants to return to it.
