“Eomma what is this?” Youngshin pressed on the bruise that was forming on her neck, not noticing Minyoung’s wincing.

“Nothing at all.” She managed to smile away the pain, not wanting Youngshin to worry about her.

“Okay then.” He innocently grinned. “Read me a story.” He put the story in her hands and excitedly giggled.

Minyoung and Jia were at the next place of performance. The crowd that was following them, grew larger in numbers, no more fearing of the consequences of doing the right thing.

“Here is good.” Minyoung nodded at the musicians and they all settled down. Jia on the other hand was clearing the area for herself and dancers.

“What is going on here?” The guard, who was part of their people, walked up to her.

Minyoung said nothing…

“And 5,6,7,8.” Minyoung commanded.

Musicians played their music, and the dancers danced as their answer to the guards.

The sudden music and dance startled the guards, but seeing that the rich were staring at them, they went back into the revolutionising group.

“This can’t be going on forever.” There was no mercy in his voice. Despite the fact that he was going against his people.

Minyoung stared at the rich, intently watching while singing songs of freedom, songs that Kiseok wrote for her.

“I said stop it!” He pushed her. But that did not stop Minyou