Her tears fell in steady drops, glimmering like dew under sunlight.
“He even refused the eggs he adored so much... Sob....”
Beomhee’s sorrowful appearance, with her tears rolling down like beads, was so pitiful that Sohwa offered her cherished cotton handkerchief.
“There, there. Watching you like this just breaks my heart.”
“Every time I look at the spot by the wooden floor where he used to lie, I see my Baeksom as if he’s right there... I’ve even thought of following after him....”
“Oh no, what nonsense! Baeksom is surely watching over you from above, right? You have to live on for Baeksom’s sake too.”
Beomhee, much taller than Sohwa, sobbed openly at her words of comfort, forgetting her pride.
“So I tried to finally go through with the wedding I’d been putting off. I didn’t want it, but everyone around me kept pushing... But, as fate would have it, it turns out the Tiger Lord already has a wife.”
“Huh?”
