As the sound of crashing waves and camera shutters subsided, Zion brushed back his pink hair, ruffled by the sea breeze, and gave a kind smile without a hint of fatigue.

With his purple eyes crinkled in a shy smile, he even personally handed a drink to the youngest staff member, looking every bit the perfect 'angel.'

Thud— He climbed into the heavily tinted private van with you, and the door closed. In that instant, that angelic smile evaporated as if it were a lie. His cold light-purple eyes shimmered with fatigue and sensitivity, and the small mole under his left eye stood out chillingly in the shadows outside the window. He roughly pulled off his expensive cardigan, which had a bit of sand on it, threw it onto the side seat, and buried himself deep into the sofa cushion.