Chaotic Nights — Chapter 118. Loud

Translator: Atlas

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This also caused them to worry. Yongi was adamant that she couldn’t accept Sohyeon’s help, even if her death was imminent. She did not want to give up her pride. She would even prefer to bite her tongue to commit suicide.

Although Eunha felt frustrated, she had to find another way.

People who traveled long distances stayed for a while in Harye to relieve fatigue. She would like to get reliable help among those people.

“But why do you girls want to escape? You are not even slaves.”

Eunha’s expression became rigid at Gari’s question.

The day Eunha disappeared, Jihak instilled fear in his attendants because they should watch her movements. So now they were worried that Yongi would take Eunha away.

“I don’t want to escape, but some people treat me like I’m just an object. I have no power. Anyone in my situation would make this decision.”

Yongi squeezed Eunha’s cold hand.

“Please look after Eunha.”

Eunha looked at Yongi’s face. Then she bit into a potato.

The rain was thawing the frozen ground. Although spring hadn’t fully arrived, she thought she could hear a branch rustling from somewhere.

“Hey.”

Eunha removed the potato from her mouth and turned her head upon hearing Kim’s voice.

Kim handed her a box.

“You can prepare this.”

Eunha recognized that these were the tea leaves the doctor had mentioned.

“Do you think he would like me to brew this tea?”

“Probably.”

Kim sighed. Eunha grabbed it.

“I have a question. Why doesn’t he drink tea?”

Rainwater on the eaves falls on Eunha’s shoulders. Kim, who saw her shoulders get wet, lowered her gaze to the box she held in her hand.

“Many people consumed poisoned tea instead of the Prince. In other words, they saved the Prince’s life. That’s why His Excellency doesn’t drink tea.”

“Did that poison affect Jihak’s eyes?”

Kim, with his fists clenched, pressed his lips together before responding. A heavy silk robe was draped over her wet shoulders. She caught a familiar scent. When she turned away, he wiped her face with one hand, and looked at the box in her hand.

“Why are you being so loud?”

“I’m sorry.”

That was all she could say.

She was worried that Jihak had overheard their conversation.

Perhaps he came because he believed her sister was pulling her along.

He bowed his upper body, then placed his forehead on her shoulder. Eunha couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him.

“Jihak? Are you alright?”

“Do I seem alright to you?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Your voice is the loudest. Why are you talking so much?”

“I…?”

“Yes. You.”

He sighed. He took the box in Eunha’s hand, but dropped it on the floor. She was surprised.

“My Lord! Wait!”

Rainwater fell into the box with the lid open. Raindrops fell on the precious tea leaves. Eunha struggled to close the lid, but after hearing Jihak’s words, she froze.

“I like your arms better than those things.”

Then he pressed his lips against her cheek.

“I need to sleep…”