It was good that Yeoni was endlessly considerate of her, but hurting Yeoni’s feelings was a different problem.
‘If I follow the original plan, it’s better for Yeon not to go to Namgung Sega.’
But she wanted to spend more time with Yeoni.
And having such feelings, thinking of Yeon, who suggested accompanying Jegal Min, made her chest ache.
‘I want to go with Yeon. How enjoyable would the journey be together?’
Although the secret negotiation was not decided yet, it was a great fortune to spend such a long time together. Danmokbi didn’t want to miss this opportunity.
‘I like you, Yeon.’
Danmokbi repeated the words she had said countless times in her mind.
Due to Namgung Sega’s death notice, the arrangement for reconciliation between Jegal Min and Namgung Ryeo was slightly delayed.
I wandered around Danmoksega everywhere. I checked the garden where Baekho used to take naps and even went to the detached house where we used to stay together. However, Baekho was nowhere to be found.
‘I have to let Baekho know that he needs to go to Namgung Sega. Where on earth did he go?’
Even though Danmokbi was not pleased with Danmokbi, why was he being so difficult! It was at that moment when I was determined to give Baekho a stern scolding when a small voice called out to me.
[Dash] Over here.It was a small and high-pitched voice, like the buzzing of mosquitoes. At first, I thought I heard something false, but the small voice was heard again.
[Dash] Don’t you want to see me?“Yeah?”
When I turned around at the sound, Namgung Ryeo was entering the garden through the gate. I approached Namgung Ryeo with a bright smile.
“Oh, were you called by Lord Namgung Sojeo?”
“Huh? Me?”
Seeing Namgung Ryeo’s confused face, I slapped my forehead with the palm of my hand. I approached with a bright smile, which was not the right time.
I asked cautiously with a calm tone, “Did you receive the death notice by any chance?”
The first time I heard about the death notice was when I happened to be near Danmokbi. Since Namgung Ryeo, the person directly involved in the death notice, might have heard the news later than me, I carefully observed the situation. In response, Namgung Ryeo answered with his usual smile.
“Oh, Father’s news, right? Oh, I was just about to pack because of that.”
Can he talk about this content so cheerfully! Feeling momentarily confused, I approached Namgung Ryeo with a bright smile. It wasn’t the right time for this.
I asked again in a calm tone, “Did you receive the death notice?”
Namgung Ryeo opened his eyes wide at my question.
“What?”
“No, suddenly your father passed away. You might not be feeling well.”
I rambled on and on. Then Namgung Ryeo burst into laughter at my unexpected cheerful but firm answer.
“It’s only bad when you feel bad when you’re with the wrong person! Since my father is not an ordinary trash. I’m not at all disappointed. It’s just annoying that Namgung Sega has to go back at this time.”
“That, that’s…”
I was silenced by Namgung Ryeo’s unexpectedly cheerful yet firm response. With an unwrinkled face, Namgung Ryeo spat out words that felt like my breath was being cut off.
“And going back to the main house to make sure to see my father’s funeral is not a pathetic intention. If I don’t show my face there, the person who will become the next family head might swing me around freely.”
“Swing me around freely?”
“I promise to give myself as a wife to someone who can make me a family head, things like that. The situation with the successor is not clear. There are countless sons.”
“…….”
Have I written so much trash? I stiffened at the unimaginable past mistakes.
Namgung Ryeo wrapped his hand around mine, which had become stiff with guilt. He then touched my hand as if sweeping the surface of pottery and said, “But it’s not bad to have Jegal Sojeo worry about you. It feels good to be pitied, even if it’s just pretending to be poor.”
“That shouldn’t be the case.”
“That’s why I said it’s just a feeling.”
Namgung Ryeo, who let out a strange laugh like leftover scraps, added in a heavy tone, “So far, no one has worried about me.”
It seemed like the first sincere words from Namgung Ryeo since we met. I widened my eyes and stiffened. Namgung Ryeo, noticing my gaze, turned his cheerful mask upside down as if to say, “When did that happen?”
“It’s nothing, really. Don’t worry about anything. But, if Jegal Sojeo is asking me that, does it mean Jegal Sojeo is coming to offer condolences too?”
“It’s my uncle, not me. Jegal Sega will probably be obliged to attend.”
“Ugh. I don’t like that man much….”
Namgung Ryeo frowned openly at Jegal Min’s statement. I nodded my head.
“I heard that my uncle has been quite troublesome. I’ll apologize on his behalf.”
In response to my apology, Namgung Ryeo put his hand on his hip, smiled slightly, and furrowed his brow.
“It’s fine. Apologies for apologies. Where is such a ridiculous saying? And I also think that I haven’t acted like an adult. I shouldn’t have gotten carried away with such stories.”
“Each person has different emotional wounds, so the points of anger are different. It’s not about being adult-like.”
“If you say that, I seem even more like a kid.”
I tried to say something that could make him angry, but instead, it seemed to make Namgung Ryeo uncomfortable. I smiled awkwardly, and when I did, Namgung Ryeo, looking at my face as if he noticed something, turned the cheerful mask back on.
“If you don’t mind, I’ll accept Jegal Sohyeop’s apology if you do me a favor. Will you do it for me?”
“What is it? Just say it.”
I was ready to accept anything. I clenched my fists tightly as a sign to trust only me. Namgung Ryeo smiled slyly and asked, “Can I also call you Yeoni?”
What a surprising request. I blinked repeatedly. Then, in no time, I answered with a bright smile, like Namgung Ryeo.
“Of course! Friends usually call each other that.”
“Okay.”
That’s how we promised to be friends.
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