The rain was coming down even harder now. All around them, the spirit energy of the village was going out of control, yet the shaman and the young couple were not bothered by it. Hayoung gave Shina a hard look, shielding Sunyoung with his body.
"Married?" Shina echoed. Did he just say that they were married.
"That is correct," Sunyoung managed to speak up. "He is my husband."
"You are clearly a noble woman," Shina stated, looking from the rugged bandit to the delicate girl in front of her. "Did he force you into getting married? Is he holding you captive here? And do not lie to me! I can sense it if you lie."
To her surprise, the girl shook her head. She held on to her husband's palm and he squeezed it, entangling their fingers together.
"I am in love with him, unnie," she replied. "I have married him as per my will."
