Yuan walked slowly, his fists clenched by his side. His eyes were already glistening, and the room turned silent.
"She did not die… from illness," he muttered.
His voice cracked quietly. There was a poetic kind of pain to his tone. His voice was quiet, too, so Daeshim had to lean closer to understand what he was saying.
After that, Daniel was next.
He had gone to the salon early in the morning just for this audition. His hair was styled to perfection, and he was wearing a hanbok-inspired jacket to elevate his look.
He flashed his 'killer smile' at the camera filming him before starting.
"Imagine that. My mother—who scrubbed floors with hands that once touched a prince—strangled like vermin."
He delivered the line with intensity, but his brows furrowed like a model on a runway.
Annie tilted her head to the side. His gaze was quite magnetic, and he looked really good on the screen, too.
