BEATING
The wind was blowing gently, brushing the prince's slightly long strands of hair. White clouds were seen moving in the sky, accompanying his solitude on the hill.
Now his heart was racing because he thought about the girl's situation. However, Cloud is still trying his best to suppress his sadness and use his logic as a man in dealing with this problem.
"White, what do you think she is doing right now?" Cloud asked his horse.
"I hope she's okay. I don't want to think badly of her. I'm sure God will take care of it for me." Cloud bowed.
"Hah …"
Then he lay down on the grass. While his horse was still sitting beside him, accompanying Cloud, who was feeling lost. The master then recalled the beginning of his meeting with the girl.
"At that time you still looked normal, Ara." Cloud muttered to himself.