The night before she left, as soon as a furiously to her room, Soo-Ah began to pack her few belongings.
There was not much she owned and even less she was willing to take. The scorched sword and part of the armour she still had from when she was a soldier, to remember the only kind man she ever knew, her grandfather. Her anatomy notes and the herbal compendium that would be useful to her. The kodachi Sung-Ho gifted her and the cat mask Jung-In put on her face that night when everything changed, as a reminder of the cryptic and shifting nature of men. And the clothes on her back. That was all.
Nothing kept her in this house anymore.
Not Sung-Ho, or the messed-up feelings she had for him and that misunderstanding between them that was muddier than a mud hole. He obviously cared little about her. He was about to marry his princess anyway.
