It should have been a welcome sight, yet Sohwa kept glancing over.
From experience, nothing good ever came of Hwayeong concentrating like this.
She tried to tell herself surely this time would be different, but even so, watching Hwayeong throw herself into her work only made her uneasy.
After finishing the tidying as best she could, Sohwa once again cast a look her way.
Hwayeong’s hand hadn’t stopped moving. Then, suddenly, she paused, frowned, and tilted her head as if something didn’t sit right.
Taking her chance, Sohwa stepped closer.
Hwayeong leaned an elbow on the table, muttering in deep concentration.
“I can follow it up to here, but....”
“What isn’t coming to you, Milady?”
She’d been about to ask if Hwayeong couldn’t sketch out a rough draft, but then her eyes fell on the paper and she froze.
With rising suspicion, she asked, “This looks almost like a map... is there even such a flower?”
Hwayeong blinked at her as if the question made no sense.
“Hm?”
