Dong Kyung observed his facial features closely, dark black hair, parted in the middle into two separate tidal waves elegantly formed in middle of his forehead, well formed black eye brows, dark deep set black eyes, a small dark birthmark in corner of left eye, high cheekbones, and a defined nose. Traveling downward a firm, muscular jawline, rounded chin, pinkish thick lips, with just a hint of dents in cheeks at a slightest of smile, a protruding Adams apple in a long muscular neck, broad shoulders, muscular arms that held her in a tight hug.
Glancing over at Aunt Soo Ja, wonders exactly what image is portrayed in her mind. She doubts that they are viewing the same man, as she already knows Myeol Mang appears differently to everyone else except for herself.
Sitting comfortably behind a desk, wearing a white doctor's coat, exhibiting a caring manner, hands neatly folded, a warm gesture. Dong Kyung reflects on all the times he held her hand to ease the pain, out of companionship, how those same hands felt on her face when he kissed her those few times. Clearing her mind, she focused on the conversation between these two people, thankful Myeol Mang is able to grant her one favor requested.