Ch 27

“Thank you, Master.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“My name is Yeon-hee, so what should I call you then?”

“You’re leaving soon, so why would you need to call me?”

Yeon-hee gritted her teeth while looking at the man who didn’t fall to her tricks.

“Yeah, Master “

“Hey, I’m just a scholar.”

(Scholar: One of the classes formerly called in Korea’s class society.)

Yeon-hee wrinkled her eyes when she saw the man who was stingy even when he gave her a name. But somehow her whole body was numb. Was it because it rained too much?

“Master. Can I borrow a blanket over there?”

The half forehead of the man, who was showing the elegant brushstrokes, frowned. After Yeon-hee entered this room, for the first time, her eyes met the man when raised her head.

What caught the man’s eyes was a woman soaked in the rain over a faint ho, ho, ho, ho,^[a] bonfire. Passing through the dark eyes, the tall nose, and the red lips below it trembled slightly because of the cold.

The moment he saw her jeogori drenched and became almost transparent, making her flesh inside be seen, he felt that the sweet scent of the woman’s flesh was vibrating in the room, not the smell of ink.

“Take it.”

The man with his head bowed as it was, teased the brush again. He crept over, pulled out a blanket, and carefully went back to the corner.

The smell of rain lingered with every step.