The shaking, along with the familiar voice she heard every day, finally dragged her back to consciousness. As Hwayeong cracked open her eyes, Sohwa stared down at her in shock.
“Milady—what happened to your face?!”
“Huh?”
“Oh heavens... You’re so puffy, I barely recognized you!”
As Sohwa flailed about in alarm, claiming her face had doubled in size, Hwayeong tilted her head in confusion.
“Really?”
“Well, of course your face is swollen! You ran yourself ragged all day yesterday.”
Sohwa scolded her, clearly referring to Hwayeong’s mad dash around the market the day before. But Hwayeong, her face still round with swelling, casually sat up and muttered,
“It’s not that bad.”
“No, Milady, it’s awful.”
Sohwa actually recoiled, as if she’d just laid eyes on some grotesque creature. Meanwhile, Hwayeong let out a long stretch.
“Maybe it’s because I ate too late.”
At that, Sohwa’s eyes went wide.
“Wait—don’t tell me you ate all the food you bought yesterday?”
