Shuddering, Sohwa felt lost in thought.
‘No way... No... it can’t be.’
As she fidgeted with the collar, she suddenly heard Dohwi bringing the meal.
He seemed ready to take it to her bedroom, so she quickly set down the collar and waved him over.
“Dohwi, let’s eat here. It would be nice to enjoy our meal outside once in a while.”
But the sight of that cursed cherry tree made her lose her appetite.
Dohwi, clicking his tongue, set down the heavy-laden table before her.
“You lost it again. How did that happen?”
He was referring to the lone flower shoe on the floor.
“...Huh?”
Still in a daze, Sohwa hadn’t fully regained her composure.
Dohwi, fixing his gaze on the flower shoe, met her eyes and asked calmly.
“Did you go out?”
His voice, low and gentle, seemed to come from a deep cave, but his icy stare felt as if it would strip her to the bone.
Sohwa lowered her gaze and nodded, clutching her chopsticks.
Then came the stern voice again, this time more like a scolding.
