, the source of her smile, it was all Yulan.

So, Don’t smile with such a sad, painful face.

“You thought about me and wanted to help, didn’t you?”

 Thank you.
You thought of me, you wanted to help me, you wanted to be useful.

Thanks to Yulan, she can have a nice dream today.

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 Even now, she is not sure how to put it.
She is very immature when it comes to feelings.
She doesn’t have the experience to be grateful to anyone.
Because all she did in her previous life was be jealous of Marijune.
She never expressed her feelings for herself.

 And she had never thanked him for that.

She was overcome by the grief of her own misfortune, and was so busy feeling sorry for herself, that she never thought about the people who cared for her.

She never realized how little but powerful the word of thanks means.

 Thank you is not enough.
She wanted to fill it with all the thoughts and feelings that were piling up and swirling around in her head.
The words of gratitude are too shallow compared how much Yulan did for her.

Till this day, she didn’t know until that she couldn’t find any other words than “thank you” to say to him.

“Thank you.”

 Standing in front of Yulan, Violette stared at his shimmering golden pupils.

 It’s a colour Yulan probably doesn’t like that much.
But Violette never disliked his golden orbs.
She thinks his eyes is as pretty as his self that’s hidden inside.
Violette knows another gold that shines as if to assert its supremacy.

 Claudia Accursis.

 Violette’s prince.
She dreamed that he would save her, her first love.

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 For the former Violette, the gold was his colour.
It was the colour of the shining sun, the same as the prince’s crown.
She thought he was her sun in her ever dark life.
But it was in prison that day that she learned that a dream is just a dream, just a fantasy to everyone but Violette.

……Dreams are beautiful, after all.
They are nothing but beautiful illusions filled with sweet lies.

Before Yulan could avoid it, a outstretched hand touched his cheek.
It caressed his eyes, his cheeks with extreme fondness.
His face that was filled with grief turned to surprise by the touch.

 A beautiful gold color.
The color of the sun, the color of a sunflower scorched by the sun.

 The proof of the absolute pinnacle that attracts everyone.

Violette thought it was beautiful.
She wanted the golden color of the king that Claudia bears.
The girl who wanted to be the heroine of a tragedy did not stop at any means to get it.

 She was a foolish woman.
And she thinks that from the bottom of her heart.
Even though it was Yulan who beard the golden colour, the colour that gazed at her with adoration, she would think it was Claudia who was looking at her with those loving eyes.
She was disgusted with herself for thinking like that.
She was fed up with her narrow-mindedness.

 He was so close to her.
She could have reached out and found someone who would accept her.

 She should have realized sooner that it was such a gentle, sun-like color.

This is Yulan’s color.

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