â...â
â...â
Their eyes met, and for a moment, silence filled the room.
Gu Heebi stared blankly at the scene before her, unable to utter a single word.
Mi Horan, meanwhile, exhaled softly as she looked at her eldest daughter.
Time passed like that.
âHm?â
Mi Horan gently lifted the child she had been holding and seated them beside her. She then carefully pushed the tea and refreshments on the table out of sight.
And thenâ
âYouâre here.â
â...â
âSit down.â
She spoke as though nothing had happened, her demeanor completely ordinary.
Gu Heebi momentarily wondered if she had imagined everything she just saw.
âMother.â
â...â
âWhat⦠is this?â
There was no way that question would simply be brushed aside.
Mi Horanâs brows furrowed slightly in response to Gu Heebiâs frown and trembling voice.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
She must have realized it wouldnât work.
âThis⦠what is thisâ¦? No, who is that childâ¦?â
Gu Heebi stammered, unable to form proper sentences. Her eyes shook violently, clearly in a state of shock.
She looked as if she had seen something she shouldnât have.
âThat childâ¦â
Her gaze shifted toward the child, and her body froze.
Her eyes widened even further.
It was only natural.
How could anyone not be startled after seeing that face?
ââ¦Huh?â
The child tilted their head as they looked at Gu Heebi, their expression full of innocence.
Just looking at the childâs face pulled her deep into her memories.
[Look! Itâs a flower! Iâll give it to you, big sis.]
[Big sis! Play with me!-!]
The days when laughter was still plentiful.
The image of a little boy running toward her with a flower in hand, ready to give it to her.
A younger brother who would hold her hand tightly and follow her everywhere.
ââ¦Uh⦠uhhâ¦.â
He looked exactly the same.