A small bead rolled and dropped with a soft thud.
It felt as if something had fallen into place inside me.
âMadam Mi doesnât hate us.â
That statement felt strangely out of place.
Could that really be true?
I had lived my entire life certain that Madam Mi resented and despised me.
Otherwise, none of it made any sense.
âIf not, then how could she act that way?â
There were far more reasons to hate me than to like me.
There were far more reasons to push me away than to accept me.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
So, I couldnât understand.
âShe doesnât hate me? How can you be so sure?â
I asked Gu Ryunghwa, unable to grasp how she could be so certain of Madam Miâs feelings.
Gu Ryunghwa tilted her head with a somewhat baffled expression and said,
âBrother. Do you really not get it?â
âGet what?â
âHow can you not know...? Seriously, I feel bad for the girls.â
âStop messing around and explain properly.â
âExplain? Itâs obvious youâre the only one who doesnât know.â
Gu Ryunghwa frowned deeply.
She opened her mouth as if she was going to elaborate, but thenâ¦
ââ¦Never mind.â
âWhat?â
âIâm not telling you.â
âWhatâs with starting a conversation and then just dropping it? Thatâs low.â
âLike you have room to talk. You said youâd come, but you didnât. I heard you even told Yung Pung youâd visit him. Said it yourself, didnât you? Then you didnât show up. And now youâre calling me low?â