Her practical advice made him wonder who in her life had suffered from the same illness as Sinhui. Yet, for some reason, he found himself unable to ask.
Hwayeong, who usually spoke so boldly about anything and everything, was strangely evasive about this particular matter.
For now, he decided it was better to take her words at face value.
With a rare show of agreement, he gave a small nod.
“Alright, I’ll do as you told.”
For once, Sinyeong was cooperative, and though Hwayeong’s expression eased slightly, a faint trace of bitterness lingered on her face.
The air between them grew a little heavier, prompting Sinyeong to clear his throat and change the subject.
“And about that girl last night... what do you plan to do?”
He was still frustrated about letting such a suspicious person slip away.
Worried that it was his fault, he asked carefully.
Hwayeong simply shrugged, as if she had already moved on.
