Madam Ji approached Jiho cautiously, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.
Jiho took a deep breath, her calm demeanor masking the turmoil within.
"Yeah, I am fine," she replied softly. After coming to the Gu family, she had grown accustomed to these attacks. Thirty times in the last six months—it was nothing new.
"Good," Madam Ji said, patting her shoulder reassuringly before walking out to take care of the intruder. Jiho watched her leave, the room growing silent once more.
Alone, Jiho walked to her bed, her steps heavy with exhaustion. She slumped onto it, closing her eyes and letting out a sigh. For others, her marriage seemed like a hasty decision, a rash act done without thinking.
It was true that Jiho didn't want to marry again—she had been married once, and the thought of doing it again filled her with dread.
