Watching the scene, Sohwa found herself wiping away an unexpected tear.
“Oh dear, how pitiful....”
Before anyone could stop her, Sohwa scurried down to the cliff.
“Lady Beomhee.”
Beomhee froze, holding her breath as the longed face filled her vision.
Like three grapes atop a snowy rice cake.
It was the face she had missed so dearly.
The adorable fox who resembled Baeksom chattered away.
“Here, this is an elixir of immortality and precious wild ginseng. I saw them while looking for tails earlier and dug them up. They’re for you.”
“....”
“I was going to give them to Dohwi, but as you can see, he’s perfectly healthy.”
“....”
“These things are extremely rare, so brew them well and get well soon. When you feel better, come visit us.”
Instead of another goodbye, Sohwa lightly bumped her nose against Beomhee’s and then turned to leave.
After the mountain lord and his wife had disappeared, Beomhee sluggishly stood up.
