“Well, even so....”
For a moment, Sohwa wondered if it was truly okay to let her go out alone at that hour.
But it wasn’t her first time, and in the end, Sohwa decided to trust her.
“Understood. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
As Sohwa withdrew, Hwayeong gave her a confident smile and raised her thumb.
“By morning, I’ll return with news of a grand victory.”
* * *
“Alright.”
Draped in a pure white nightgown, her hair cascading loosely down her back, Hwayeong surveyed the room with satisfaction, her bedding deliberately left in disarray.
Everything was staged perfectly to make it look like she had wandered out in her sleep.
Nodding at her handiwork, she approached the window and peered outside.
The night was deathly still.
The moon was creeping toward its highest point, signaling that midnight was drawing near.
Siyeong had said the culprit always struck sometime past midnight—this was the perfect time.
“Let‘s go.”
Despite the late hour, she felt more awake than ever.
