Chapter 125
The evening before her departure to Mount Hua.
Seolhwa visited Namgoong Cheonghae’s residence.
“...”
She stood still, blankly surveying the cluttered room filled with books and scattered belongings.
“Ah, right.”
Amid the mess, Namgoong Cheonghae himself looked no less disheveled than his surroundings.
His hair was tangled, as if he had not tended to it in days, and his robes were in disarray, parts of the fabric jutting out untidily.
The contrast was stark enough that it was difficult to recall the once-neat figure he used to be.
“Just a moment... wait a moment.”
Flustered by Seolhwa’s sudden visit, Cheonghae moved to tidy up the room, knocking things around clumsily, only to sigh and give up moments later.
“If you do not mind... would you walk with me for a while?”
“...Yes.”