Her eyes were red and bloodshot.
Tears welled up and streamed down her cheeks.
Her trembling eyelashes, slightly furrowed browsâ
The faint flush on her nose and the corners of her lips drooping downward.
She was desperately trying to hold back her tears but failing.
Her face betrayed every bit of sorrow she was feeling.
That was the expression Cheonma wore.
ââ¦What the hell? Are you crying?â
I pulled my hand away from her shoulder.
It was a sight that left me stunned.
Cheonma was crying.
The one who ruled above all, gazing down at the world with cold indifferenceâ
Now she was sobbing so miserably.
And she was clutching Dol-dol in her arms as she did so.
Her fingers trembled, her entire body quivering.
Meanwhile, Dol-dol just looked confused.
Not only herâeven the others in the room were frozen in disbelief.
âWhat is this?â
Seriously, what the hell was this?
Why was she crying here of all places?
Noâcould she even cry?
Iâd seen her smirk in contempt and glare with disdain countless times, but thisâthis was the first time Iâd ever seen her cry.
And strangely enoughâ
Now she looked even more like Wi Seol-ah.
Not just in appearance but in the way she seemed so fragile in this moment.
Maybe thatâs whyâ
â...â
My hand, which had just pulled away, hesitated.
What could possibly make Cheonma cry like this, holding Dol-dol so tightly?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Something I couldnât explain lingered in the air.
[Come here.]
âHuh?â
I frowned.
I tilted my head slightly and glanced around.
Whose voice was that?
It felt like someone had spoken just now, but the voice faded in and out, leaving behind an eerie sensation.
[Say hello to Daddy.]
â...â
Pain suddenly shot through my temples, and I instinctively grabbed my head.
Whose voice was that?