Chaotic Nights — Chapter 183. Lose

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 3/3

“What brings you here?”

Jihak glanced at the books Song was arranging.

“I came to look for some books that Eunha might like.”

Song wasn’t the only one surprised. Choi Youngheung, stationed at the door, was in disbelief at what he had just heard.

“There’s no problem at all! Eunha isn’t here, so there’s no one to lend books to. I was wondering what to do with the new books that accumulated.”

Youngheung was surprised when he saw Jihak smile. It was the first time he had seen such a smile. How many men have that kind of smile when they think of a woman?

“Please take the entire Princess saga.”

“The whole thing?”

“Yes. Visiting her would be best, it would likely make her happy.”

Jihak, without responding, exited the bookshop after making his payment. Sir Song followed him and bowed politely, but Jihak did not turn around.

When his smile disappeared, he emanated a murderous intent.

Youngheung followed him without a word. He engraved in his mind that the only way to survive was to follow in the Great Prince’s footsteps.

***

Each time the wind stirred, delicate white plum petals scattered in all directions. Eunha, who was sitting, had a bright expression on her face. The boy’s delicate brush strokes left her impressed.

“You not only write well, you can draw too.”

The baby blushed at Eunha’s praise.

“I still have much to learn.”

“You’ll catch on quickly.”

Zen looked more like his father, Lee Hyungwoo. His facial expressions were gentle. Also, the boy was more mature than his peers. Eunha found it strange that the boy was so careful with his words.

It was unlike other children of his age who joyfully clung to their parents.

Eunha stared at Lee Zen.

—I caused your father’s death. But I have never regretted it. Even if I could turn back time, I’d still make the same choice. Don’t you feel resentment towards me?

She would readily feel resentment.

—Don’t blame Jihak. He was only born as the Crown Prince.

Eunha tried to forget the conversation she had with Heein. She felt a mix of resentment and acceptance. How could she explain it? She couldn’t understand those feelings,

“How is it that you know the western language? Not only are you a woman, but I heard that the Western language is difficult to learn.”

At Lee Zen’s question, Eunha put down the book in her lap.

“I didn’t want to unknowingly commit a sin. And I wanted to become a useful person. I am a commoner. Opportunities are rare blessings for commoners.”

Zen didn’t seem to understand her words, but smiled politely.

Eunha spent time with Zen until it was time for dinner. Lee Zen excelled at learning Western languages, the long days were quite enjoyable for her.

After she had dinner, she took a bath. Eunha sat on the toenmaru with a book, so that her wet hair would get fresh air until it dried.

At Jihak’s house, she would have fully dried her hair.

The red light of dusk illuminated her lap.

I guess I won’t be able to see him today either.

Eunha, who leaned against the pillar, closed her eyes.

Her longing increased. She knew that she would not see his face for 7 days. Even though she knew this, she couldn’t dispel the sensation of being isolated in a strange place.

She missed him.

Her yearning felt distinct from the longing she experienced when she fled to the seaside town. She felt so pathetic, she laughed at herself.

It had only been a few days…

—I always see Eunha. Her scent is everywhere. She smiles happily every time our eyes meet. I can’t live without her. I can’t lose her.

She couldn’t bear to lose him either.

Each time the wind blew, the cherry blossom petals created a breathtaking spectacle. Some petals landed in her lap.

How long would tomorrow last?

Should she send a letter to her sister?

As she closed her eyes, feeling drowsy, she suddenly snapped back to alertness with the familiar sensation of someone hugging her.

Was she awake or dreaming? The stars glimmered in his dark eyes.

Eunha found herself unable to look away from the man who held her in his arms.

It was definitely not a dream.

“…Jihak?”