That night he drove home and it was already early morning. He lay down, half-awake and half-asleep, dreaming of fragments from those past events, fleeting and overwhelming.
Because of his family, there was always no shortage of aristocratic children around him from a young age. These kids would often have some frivolous tendencies, and so he inevitably got dragged into attending some social gatherings.
He met many beautiful girls, with all kinds of figures and mixed bloodlines from East and West, all imaginable types. Aside from their looks, they had all sorts of personalities: composed and courteous socialites, gentle and charming girls-next-door, and even wild and rebellious princesses. Of course, the most common were those girls at social events who didn't have to take responsibility.
Yet, none caught his eye, and even less so his heart. Even the words he spoke and his ways of thinking, none could keep up with.
