The woman curled up in bed with her hair unkempt, craned her head to the other side out of instinct. Using her hands to block out the light, her eyes that had not seen light for a long time momentarily could not get accustomed to the dim light rays.
She slowly uncovered her eyes when they grew accustomed to the light. When she saw who was standing at the door, her poker face twisted into that of abhorrence through gritted teeth. Her crooked face was as pale as a sheet of paper, her colorless lips moving as though she was speaking, only visible but not audible.
The person standing at the door was not anyone else but Su Muran. She walked toward her, looking down on the woman who was almost half dead. Her gaze lowered, stopping at the woman's stomach, where a slight curvature could be observed.
