Sohwa had been the one to declare they would sleep separately.
That cunning fox was undoubtedly plotting revenge for the previous night.
He’d even gone as far as to prepare an orb in anticipation of the coming winter—only for this bolt out of the blue.
It was a petty, sly, and infuriatingly clever act—all too typical of a fox.
* * *
It had been several days since they began sleeping apart.
Sohwa stayed in the servant quarters with the women, lying on the fainting cushion each evening and falling asleep almost instantly until morning.
‘Oh, I miss Dohwi so much....’
Naturally, she hadn’t seen her husband’s face, as he only returned late at night.
Sohwa found herself longing for her handsome husband.
Just a few days of separation felt like years.
She wondered if she should quietly sneak back to the main bedroom, but her pride—small as a bird’s egg—wouldn’t allow it.
Not only did Dohwi fail to apologize, but he also left her to sleep apart as if it didn’t matter at all.
