“You—what are you...?”
“Shh.”
Crouched behind the bamboo grove, Hwayeong shot him a warning glare, keeping low as she scanned the courtyard.
Sinyeong, realizing what was going on, leaned forward and craned his neck in the same direction.
A chilly breeze swept across the courtyard, now silent and still.
Then, from behind a nearby column, a woman in a blue robe stepped out.
She hurried forward as if chasing something, then abruptly turned around and nervously glanced in all directions, her movements growing more frantic.
The two of them stayed quiet, watching her fumble around like she was possessed.
The woman gave one last nervous glance, then turned and hurried off the way she came.
Only after her figure disappeared into the shadows did Hwayeong finally lower her hand from Sinyeong’s mouth.
She muttered under her breath.
“I knew it....”
“You know what?”
“I had a feeling someone was following me.”
“Following you?”
“Yes.”
