Sincho began noticing small things.
Seo Seong's habits.
Her confidence.
The way people unconsciously respected her.
She wasn't ordinary.
One day, he asked directly, "Who are you really?"
She smiled. "Isn't that obvious?"
"No."
She looked at him, calm but distant.
"Does it matter?"
He didn't answer.
But for the first time—
He wanted to know everything about her.