Sinyeong suddenly remembered something Hwaan had once said: that rain made her melancholic.
Was it because of the one who’d had the wheezing sickness?
As he studied her face, lost in thought, Hwayeong suddenly smiled faintly.
“You’re staring holes in me. If you’re going to stare like that, you better pay up.”
“...Did your brother have the wheezing sickness?”
For the first time, Sinyeong asked the question directly—one she had always managed to dodge. Hwayeong turned to him and gave a bitter smile.
“You catch on fast.”
“If I still couldn’t figure it out after everything you’ve said, that’d make me a fool.”
“...It’s nothing dramatic. Just one of those things.”
She brushed it off, like it wasn’t worth getting into. But Sinyeong wasn’t letting go this time.
“Did something happen to him during the rainy season?”
“....”
“You said you had three older brothers. But I checked your family registry... and there were only two.”
