The soft warmth of morning sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, brushing across Madam Seo's face and pulling her gently out of slumber. She blinked slowly, her lashes fluttering, realizing she was still lying in a bed that wasn't her own. The events of the night before—Joon-ho's hands easing away her tension, Harin bustling around preparing oils, the deep relaxation that had stolen her into sleep—floated back to her like a dream.
Her first thought was that her headache was gone. For days, it had clung to her skull like a vice, pounding through every meeting, every late-night phone call. Now, it was simply… absent. Her body still felt heavy, a little lethargic, but in a way that was pleasant, almost like the weight that followed after a long soak in a hot spring.
