By the time morning arrived, Woohyun laid awake and idle in his bed. Truth be told, he had been tossing and turning all night long, seeking a comfort he could not find in the poor mattress. The springs were old and creaked at every movement; he even suspected the mattress to contain rocks inside. How do people sleep in such conditions? His body was never accustomed to this kind of scarcity.   Only when he heard noise coming from downstairs—for the walls were thin and no secrets could be concealed behind it—did he decide it was time to rise. He had taken with him his most comfortable clothes, learning from Hyunmi’s behavior that no one at the house would pay attention even if he wore his finest jewelry or most expensive tailored suit. Such importance bore no value in this household.   He came down when the sky was still absent from a radiant light, only emitting small glows of orange at the forthcoming sunrise. In the kitchen he saw a busy figure roaming around back and forth, and instead of greeting her, he leaned by the door, observing Hyunmi.   What were her likes? What were her dislikes, other than her obvious loathing towards the rich? What sort of books did she read? What happened in her past? Why was the house so dear to her? Such were the questions he wished to form out loud, but his conscience stopped him from inquiring them, knowing she would not have opened up at this time. Not yet, he believed.   Only when the sound of her shuffling steps halted did he realize she had taken account of his presence, stopping to take a good look at him.   “You hair looks disheveled and you aren’t as charming as I remember from last night, haven’t you been able to get a good night sleep?” She asked, her tone laced with genuine care for once instead of her usual mocking replies. It was too good to be true, and he expected a different assertion of her character.   “Is that the opinion you have formed of me? To be of a charming disposition?” He asked, gently lifting his lips to a smile. It was the only part of her speech that he chose to indulge in, knowing the insults would return had he stated the reason for his inability to get sufficient sleep.   “Charm can be manipulative. And you strike to me as the man who would use his charm for a selfish want,” she said, too honest with her thoughts.   “What if, say, I wanted you? Would you be obliged to let me have it?”   She chuckled at this, but not a bashful nor a delighted chuckle. She clearly put no merit in his words, believing they were empty. “It is not me you seek, sir, but my land. Your tricks and words to dazzle women may have worked in the past, but you cannot fool one who is already aware of your intention.”   He knew at once what she was requesting; for him to stop showering her with lavish words in a coquettish manner. Though, at this point, he couldn’t tell whether she asked him to stop out of irritation, or out of fear that her heart may become receptive of it.   “How can you speak about a mere stranger as if you have known him since birth?” He asked, taking interest in the way her sharp opinions were formed.   “Because, dear sir,” she used a tone that cooed at him like a child, returning the authority to herself. “A day ago you told me you would only seduce a woman within your own league who is up to par with you. Yet, hours later, you make me the subject of your courting. Don’t you find it to be contradictory?”   “Someone advised me to seek a woman who is as equally arrogant as I am. Don’t you suppose you may bear those qualities?”   She squinted her eyes at him, half mused, but a feeling of antipathy returned to her conscience. “If I am arrogant, why should you want me?”   “Because a perfect being does not exist. I rather seek beauty in a place where the greatest flaws reside. Arrogance is a nugatory flaw eclipsed by hundreds of forbearing qualities.”   He paired his reply with his ever turning smile which she had long determined to be too handsome for her own good. It would be a lie if the way he gazed at her bore no such effects of making her heart gallop faster. She read genuinity from his eyes, no sense of treachery sprouted from his lips, and she nearly lost her resolve to cast away his flatteries. The rich sought beauty, but never in a cave no men had dared or wanted to enter before. He was different from the usual rich men she ascribed with. He was willing to plunge himself into the filthiest part of the forbidden cave.   “Tell me, would it be such a sin to pursue you?” He continued his blatant request, showing the brazen confidence of a rich man. Perhaps his wealth atoned to a behavior to do as he pleased, for he had hitherto never been subjected to a rejection.   “I am in no position to throw judgements between right and wrong in this matter. However, I will advise you not to trouble yourself with relentless pursuits,” she spoke with the hint of a brief smile.   The conversation ended when she turned her back on him, walking to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast. When she opened the upper cabinet door, Woohyun observed the creaking latch, knowing it became more slanted than the night before. It wouldn’t take long before it would come undone.   “Would you be interested in coming to the market with me today?” Hyunmi suddenly inquired, fastening the cabinet to its fixed position. She swiftly set the table for the orphans and the new tenant, turning to him with an almost smile.   “The market?” He repeated.   “Yes.”   It was a test to see how far his intention extended to. She had been skeptical over his stay, only allowing it because Dongwoo insisted it. But to abandon his richness, he would also have to abandon his pride and status in public. It was a step no rich man in their good mind was willing to take; it required too much of a sacrifice at a gain of nothing, except an unstable security.   “Would it please you if I go?” He asked.   “Yes.”   “Then I see no reason to decline this opportunity. I would gladly go wherever you go, Miss,” he said, smiling so convincingly she was forced to nullify her skepticism, even believing her prior doubts were foolish.   Perhaps she stood corrected and was wrong to dispose such judgements against a good fellow. He hadn’t displayed any malign intention other than the illusionary ones created in her head. He was, in fact, far too kind.   The sun rose at this point, contouring every shades outside with a heavenly tangerine shine, like a distant fireball taking its place in the benign sky. The sight pulled an audience of two who stared out the window to witness one of nature’s greatest phenomenon.   “Remarkable! I have never seen such a thing!” Woohyun exclaimed, stepping closer to her to marvel at the sight outside the window. In that instant, he resembled a child who hadn’t tasted the sweetness of life, who never experienced a snowflake on his tongue, or inhaled the aroma of a flower garden. He protruded an unexpected innocence.   “You must leave your mansion every so often. There is much of the world you are blinded to,” she remarked.   “Indeed, the beauty of life lies beyond the walls of my own castle.”   Hyunmi fixed her eyes on the sunrise. Following her scheduled day-to-day routine, she had many times encountered the phenomenon, but disregarded it as nothing unusual. It was only after Woohyun’s gullible excitement that she realized what sort of blessing was bestowed upon her. Never take ordinary occurrences for granted; one may be accustomed to it, but not many were privileged enough to witness it. Uncanny, how the rich man taught her a changing perspective for once.   “It is indeed a sight behold,” Hyunmi muttered under her breath.   Woohyun transfixed his eyes on her, a view more magnificent than the sun outside. The way the hue touched the features of her face, contouring her sharp jawline, the dazzling hope twinkling in her eyes, and the growing smile on her soft lips, he saw it all.   “The beauty I described refers to the woman standing in front of me,” he then spoke in a low whisper.   This came rather unexpected, as did the way her heart reacted with such tumultuous beating. She laced her fingers together, afraid to feel her own heartbeat when she knew for certain it was racing faster than before. He was a gal sneaker. He spewed sweet venoms to dazzle. She reminded herself to guard her heart over and over again.   Before any could continue their speech, loud yells came from above, trampling the stairs beneath their zealous footsteps. Soon, the deserted dining room was filled with the presence of fellow residence. None seemed to have minded Woohyun’s presence, aside from Rika who took joy in the sight, and Youngtaek who showed a foul temper at once.   “You must, at all times, retain a proper distance!” The younger boy yelled, marching forwards to fill the gap between the two, widening them apart. He casted a dangerous look at Woohyun.   “I haven’t done anything that trespasses a good Christian value,” Woohyun spoke, raising his hand.   “Haven’t? Ha! That shows your intention to do so!”   “Not without permission, I shall not.”   Youngtaek grew more aggravated, finding only qualities to grow his hatred. No other man was allowed to come near the woman he held dear to himself, especially not a wealthy stranger who seemed to harbor ill intentions.   “I shall be here to protect Hyunmi at all times, so don’t you dare make any improper move, or I shall have your fingers chopped as well!”   “Youngtaek!” It was both Rika and Hyunmi who called after him this time, stopping him in his vulgarities.   “The lad is jealous, let him be,” Joochan said nonchalantly, taking a seat at the table with his beloved stringed instrument in his hand. He played a romantic melody that juxtaposed the vexed atmosphere,   The peculiar sight had Woohyun baffled, staring with a sense of awe, wonderment, and confusion mixed in one emotion. The feud with Youngtaek was soon forgotten as he approached the talented boy at the table instead.   “You play the instrument?” He remarked.   “The guitar,” Joochan confirmed.   There was silence before he resumed speaking after recollecting his thoughts. “But you are a man. You are not supposed to possess such skills reserved for a woman.”   Joochan stared at him weirdly before emitting a small laughter. “So I thought of at first, sir. However, being an orphan—a nobody—no one shall care for me enough to reprimand me of such behavior.”   “It is the ones in position of authority who becomes an examplarery model for others,” Hyunmi continued, approaching the two. Her deep hatred found its way to the surface whenever such topic was mentioned. “Beside, why should it be forbidden for a boy to pursue his passion in music? If God had given him the talents in this area, would you have blamed our mighty Creator and accused Him o