“Miss Seonhwa is diligent, so she’s probably already left.”
Sohwa added.
“Not like someone who spent ages just sitting and glaring at her clothes just because she didn’t like them.”
Hwayeong nodded lightly, agreeing to Sohwa’s logical speculation.
“Well, if she’s not there, we can look elsewhere. I’ve been feeling stiff anyway. The carriage was so cramped that I couldn’t move at all.”
Stretching out her arms, Hwayeong groaned about how her body felt stiff from being stuck in that small carriage for two whole weeks.
“Then why didn’t you just ride a horse? You love riding horses, anyway. There was no need to suffer inside a carriage.”
Sohwa asked with a half-curious, half-annoyed look on her face, to which Hwayeong gave her a look as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Why would I ride a horse just to come to a place like this? I’d definitely end up galloping like crazy if I did.”
