The Inn

‘But why does he speak so coldly to others?’

Heesoo was startled by his tone.

The way he usually spoke to her—soft, gentle, even a little chatty—was nowhere to be found.

His voice had turned rigid, heavy, and strictly businesslike.

His icy gaze was just as sharp.

At first, she thought he must have run into an old rival, but that didn’t seem to be the case.

Still, more than that, Heesoo was captivated by the city before her—her first real glimpse of this world.

‘Minjoo was right. This world is full of ordinary people. I can’t believe a place like this actually exists....’

Despite it being nighttime, the twin moons illuminated the streets, keeping them bright.

The buildings and shops resembled something from medieval Europe.

Families, friends, lovers—just as Minjoo had said, everyday people filled the streets.

Heesoo was so busy taking in the sights that she failed to notice the mood of the man holding her hand.