Unlike earlier—when he’d groaned that it was awkward and unbearable—his brush now flew across the page.
Watching the sudden flurry of strokes, Hwayeong could only laugh.
She’d found another trait to add to his quick temper and quick wit.
He was simple.
‘Truly simple.’
“Being simple—that’s a good thing,” she murmured.
Sohwa always used to say, “Milady, your simplicity must make life easier for you.”
Hwayeong had never quite known what that meant, but now, seeing Sinyeong, she understood.
At first she’d thought, ‘What a foul-tempered man.’
But no—he was just uncomplicated. Transparent, really.
Easy to read, and surprisingly pleasant to be around.
And perhaps, she thought with amusement, things would only get more entertaining from here.
While she was studying him in silence, Sinyeong’s voice broke in, impatient.
“Next line.”
* * *
“All done.”
Sinyeong spread out the finished letter, flaunting it for her to see.
