The moment they brushed against the paper, his heart began to pound.
Too loud.
It was happening again.
That noise—his heartbeat, which had finally calmed down—was now hammering in his chest once more.
“...Ah.”
That was when it began—under the pavilion.
Ever since Hwayeong had dozed off with her head on his shoulder, it had been like this.
Which was why he’d spent the entire night frozen in place, eyes wide open.
At this point, he was starting to wonder if he’d caught some kind of strange illness in the rain.
Yes. It had to be the rain. That downpour had done something to him.
Something awful. Maybe even contagious.
As that thought crossed his mind, Sinyeong quickly pulled his hand away from the letter.
Then, without a moment’s delay, he called out.
“Is anyone outside?”
His voice, rough from lack of sleep, carried past the door. A eunuch answered at once.
“Yes, Your Highness?”
“Fetch a physician. Immediately.”
* * *
“Hmm....”
