Just by hearing Hajin call her 'princess' again, Sarah could feel relief coursing through her body. Like a healing spell, it kept her inside warm as her skin was being washed by hot water.
Well...it wasn't exactly hot. Not as hot as usual anyway, otherwise Hajin wouldn't be able to wash her. But Sarah didn't need it to be scalding anymore. The careful and gentle hands lathering soap over her skin were cleansing her plenty.
Gradually, she could see the anger melt away in Hajin's eyes. He probably wanted nothing more than marching back inside the mansion to pummel Mason to the ground--and then some. But at that moment when Sarah lay her head on his chest while warm water ran down their body, Hajin decided to seal his anger inside a tight box at the bottom of his stormy lake and focused on Sarah instead.
