“Well, you’ve been awfully traditional all of a sudden. Weren’t you holding my hand just fine at the market?”
“T-that was... because there were people around! Lots of people!”
Flustered, Sinyeong stammered and kept inching away from her, prompting Hwayeong to eye him, suspicion flaring.
She went over the past in her head—and the more she thought about it, the clearer it became.
At first, she’d chalked up his flinching to him being uptight and rigid, but... no, that might’ve been true early on, but lately, his reactions were different.
Something had definitely changed.
“Hmmm....”
A sharp gleam lit Hwayeong’s eyes—like she’d just uncovered a fascinating secret.
Unable to hold her gaze, Sinyeong looked away, his face blazing red.
She glanced down at the back of his hand resting on the bedding, then looked at his face again.
A moment later, she reached out and laid her hand gently on his.
Sinyeong jerked back like she’d turned into a ghost.
“Seriously, what are you doing?!”
