Victor didn't react immediately.
For several seconds, Seo Baek Hyang's words simply hung between them, unable to find a place inside his mind. Serafall had taken her own life. The words were far too simple to carry what they meant. Victor tried repeating them mentally and felt his entire body respond before any coherent thought could emerge. First came his fingers. A small, almost imperceptible tremor that quickly spread through his hands, traveled up his arms, and reached his chest. His breathing faltered halfway through. The chopsticks slipped from his fingers, struck the rim of the bowl, and when Victor instinctively tried to catch it, his hands were trembling so badly that he only made things worse. The porcelain tipped over onto the small table, spilling broth, meat, and noodles across the wooden floor.
Victor didn't even look.
