She changed into a soft nightgown, its fabric comforting against her skin. As she stepped out, she wore a simple shirt and pants, a t-shirt pulled snugly over her nose to shield herself from the world outside.
When she reached the dining table, she found Uncle sitting there, his expression brightening at the sight of her. However, just as quickly, his smile faded, replaced by a look of confusion. He studied her for a moment, the warmth in his eyes evaporating as he blinked in disbelief.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, echoing her deepest fears. The room fell silent, and Jiho's heart sank. She realized that she was no longer just a beloved niece to him—she was a stranger.
