The next day, as usual, the Gu mansion was quiet, the only sounds being the faint rustle of servants' footsteps on the polished floors. The early morning light filtered through the grand windows, casting a soft, golden glow over the dining room.
Jiho sat at the dining table, her posture weary. One hand rested on her forehead, her fingers lightly massaging her temples, while the other hand sought support from the sturdy table. Her eyes, slightly unfocused, hinted at a sleepless night. The tired expression on her face spoke volumes of her inner turmoil and exhaustion.
Beside her, Mer Chu sat gracefully, his serene demeanor providing a stark contrast to Jiho's fatigue. His eyes, calm and wise, observed her with a quiet concern, a gentle smile playing on his lips as if trying to offer some unspoken comfort.
