"Might be," Jiho nodded with a hint of a smile, her tone neutral yet acknowledging their attempted reassurance.
After a few minutes of discussion, the Su brothers acknowledged the need to give Jiho some space to process.
With a nod of understanding, the Su brothers bid Jiho farewell and quietly left the room, the closing of the door marking the onset of a heavy silence that settled within.
As the Su brothers' footsteps faded into the distance, Jiho remained seated on the edge of her bed, her gaze fixed on the closed door.
The smile that had graced her face moments ago had vanished, replaced by a steely resolve that hardened her features.
Her eyes, once warm and expressive, now held a coldness that mirrored the unsettling calm before a storm.
She sat there for a while, her thoughts swirling in the quietness of the room. The air seemed to thicken, carrying an unspoken tension that lingered around her.
