Standing for a long time in front of the cherry tree, already bare of its fruit in the late summer, Dohwi suddenly turned his head to the side.
He seemed to be tracking her movements, looking at the spot where the deer bones were buried. Then he abruptly turned around.
Startled, Sohwa quickly retreated from the door and crawled into the silk bedding.
Thud, thud.
The sound of approaching footsteps made her pull the blanket over her head, holding her breath.
“Sohwa, are you asleep?”
Receiving no response, Dohwi stood there for a moment, then put down what he was holding and slid open the door to enter the bedroom.
Pretending to sleep on her side, the tense Sohwa felt something trickle down her face, unsure if it was sweat or snot.
She vowed not to open her eyes, but the cold touch on her cheek made her shiver.
“So cute....”
Dohwi’s body temperature was much lower than hers.
