The dam that separates consciousness from unconsciousness is not as high as one might think, so strong emotions or willpower can easily cause it to overflow from time to time.
“…Morres.”
Amelia gazed at her younger brother’s face, which had somehow seemed unfamiliar since a while ago.
Since when had it been like that? His face, which became expressionless in an instant as if its emotions had been washed away, appeared almost inorganic, beyond mere numbness.
The only thing moving on that lifeless face was one thing alone: a faint silver-gray gleam that occasionally flickered toward the void.
“Morres.”
When Amelia called his name again—
Blink.
As if responding, his eyelids seemed to move slowly, and for a moment, a powerful emotion appeared in his eyes, which had been hidden and then revealed.
It was a strange sense of urgency. It seemed as though he was trying to escape from somewhere, yet at the same time, it also looked like he was desperately trying not to let go of something—a conflicted, ambivalent emotion.
Blink.
But when he blinked a second time, the prince’s eyes had already returned to their usual clear gray hue.
“Yes, noona.”
“…….”
“What’s wrong?”
Amelia examined him slowly with an anxious expression.
“Are you troubled by something? I was worried because your expression suddenly seemed overly dark.”
“……?”
Seongjin tilted his head.