The rain had stopped.The last few drops slid gently down the eaves of the Kang household, leaving behind the soft scent of damp earth.
Han Eun-bi stood on the veranda, staring up at the clearing sky."Looks like the universe finally got tired of my nonsense," she murmured.
After yesterday's "mass happiness incident," the house was quiet again.No more chickens standing on rocks.No more servants laughing while hugging pillars.And most importantly—no more mysterious ink moving on its own.
She looked at the wooden brush in her hand."I just wanted to make things a little better," she sighed, "but I ended up turning Joseon into breaking news."
Soft footsteps echoed behind her.Jun-yeol stood by the doorway, gazing at the sky beside her."The rain's finally stopped," he said calmly.
"Yeah," Eun-bi replied softly. "Maybe even the universe needed a break."
He glanced at her. "You're not causing any more trouble, are you?"
She quickly shook her head. "No, sir! I'm now the most peaceful citizen in Joseon. My new motto: 'Write less, live right.'"
Jun-yeol's lips twitched faintly. "That sounds exactly like something you'd say."
Eun-bi peeked at him. "Wait—did you just compliment me?"
"That was an observation, not a compliment."
"Hm, sounded pretty close to one."
He didn't respond, but the corner of his mouth lifted slightly—just enough to make her grin in quiet victory.
They both stood there in silence, listening to the soft drip of water from the roof.For the first time since Eun-bi had arrived in this world, everything felt… still.No strange magic, no chaos, no living ink—just the pale blue sky of Joseon and the calm after a storm.
"Master," Eun-bi said quietly, "if this world really is something written… do you think we can still choose our own story?"
Jun-yeol looked into the distance, his voice low. "No matter who's holding the pen… I think there are always a few lines we can rewrite ourselves."
Eun-bi smiled faintly. "Then I hope I'm writing the right ones."
A soft breeze brushed past, lifting the ends of her hair.And for a moment, everything felt perfectly balanced—between what was real and what was written.
Joseon fell silent.And so did the ink on her scroll.At least… for today.