Despite knowing it was a dead male fox, the scent made her lower abdomen tingle and her legs press together.
“W-What are you thinking, Sohwa! I must be out of my mind!”
Shocked by her own reaction, Sohwa quickly reburied the dead fox and rushed back to her room.
‘Ranunculus.’
Miho had mentioned that the Ranunculus were the problem. Sohwa quickly examined the sachet at her waist.
Was it really Ranunculus? The neatly sewn silk sachet was Dohwi’s handiwork. When she tore it open, dried leaves spilled onto the heated floor.
At that moment, the sharp odor of the leaves hit her hard as if someone punched her in the nose.
“Ow!”
Sohwa clutched her nose and groaned, collapsing to the side. But it was only a momentary discomfort.
She quickly adapted and no longer smelled the herbs. The dull ache as if something was pressing down on her nose also disappeared briefly.
When she sniffed her hand, she couldn’t detect any scent. It was as if her sense of smell had completely vanished.
