Chapter 24. The Power of Vision

Kaila’s POV

The appearance of a handsome man could not be erased from my mind. The way he kissed my hand, the way he looked at me, and the way he’d smile. Why should I think about that man? What a dimwit I was. How could I fulfill my promise, that I wouldn’t trust and be closed to anyone, if I was showing the fragile version of myself again?

The same with the glass that was so easily broken and, after being broken, couldn’t be repaired again, and the pain I got would stay forever. But I didn’t worry too much because if the glass had broken, it could be used for other things. Maybe that was the thing that was really meant for me.

I sit on the rocking chair inside my spacious bedroom while reading a book. Maybe the life of a poor person was more exciting than the life of a wealthy one. It might be the same with the stories about those poor people who worked hard to become rich. They studied hard, did part-time jobs to maintain themselves in school and also help their