“Milady....”
“Hm?”
“Milady, you need to wake up.”
“...Let me sleep a little more....”
Still clinging to her dream, Hwayeong shook her head without opening her eyes.
But the voice suddenly rose in volume.
“Milady!”
Her shoulders were shaken hard, and the shout rang right in her ear.
Hwayeong’s eyes flew open—to find Sohwa glaring down at her with a murderous look, hands planted firmly on her hips.
Eyes barely open, Hwayeong frowned at her maid’s angry face. Sohwa, trying to keep her voice down but failing to hide her anger, snapped sharply.
“Where on earth did you go last night?”
She spoke quietly, but the tone made it clear it was a rebuke. Groggy and confused, Hwayeong blinked and muttered, “Hm?”
That disheveled response only made Sohwa grit her teeth and press on like an interrogator.
“Your skirt is completely caked in mud. And you went to sleep like this? And your hair—what even is that?”
