Amon didn't wait for even a second. He walked toward the edge and knelt down to wash his face.
He was around two meters away from her. But she sensed him immediately. Her wet face turned in his direction. Amon looked at her face. No matter how many times he saw her, he always got mesmerized by her.
Currently, her face was slightly pink, not because she was flushed or embarrassed. It was just that her skin was too fair. Washing her face with cold water must have made her cheeks turn rosy.
Some strands were wet and clung to her skin. Water droplets dripped over her face like crystals.
Amon exhaled heavily. "...Good morning." He greeted her with a gentle smile.
She studied his face for a while, didn't reply to his morning greeting, and got up. She shook the dust from her clothes and straightened them quietly.
