"It's too beautiful to be hidden. So… can't you show it?" he said.
Christian knew this was probably a sensitive topic. But after spending more than two months together, he couldn't help but ask. It had been bothering him for a while.
Anastasia didn't reply right away.
She seemed to be thinking about something… deliberating. And then, without much of a warning, she took the eyepatch off with a flick of her fingers and teasingly said, "Happy now?"
Christian blinked, caught a little off guard.
"Well… yes, I'm happy," he admitted with a faint smile.
'But it was that easy?'
For a moment, he wondered if he'd misunderstood the situation this whole time — if there really was no deep story behind it. But when he looked into her mismatched eyes — one violet, the other golden — and saw the playfulness in both, he decided to stop caring about the reason.
Instead, he focused on his work — blacksmithing.
