“Ah....”
Dohwi recalled the brown rabbit.
It was a few years ago.
He remembered hearing that the rabbit had taunted Sohwa and escaped, making him wonder if this was Sohwa’s way of getting revenge.
“She’s still alive?”
“Indeed. She’s been quite lucky to survive.”
“All thanks to a kind hunter who let her go.”
Dohwi’s fingers lightly brushed Sohwa’s hair, teasing her ear.
“And now, she even found herself a loving husband.”
“What’s the point? She still won’t be able to have a child.”
Sohwa clicked her tongue sympathetically.
It’s like asking a tiger to remove its claws—getting an orb from an Imoogi wasn’t easy.
Even Dohwi had nearly gotten into serious trouble himself when he stole the orb.
“Tsk tsk, it seems that poor rabbit couldn’t even recognize a proper mate and ended up with some strange guy who’s not even her kind.”
“....”
“I should have asked who her husband is.”
Dohwi couldn’t answer.
