Daeun looked around the room.

“It’s spacious…”

The guest room that Justina had provided for Daeun was quite large. The headboard of the wooden bed gleamed, and as Daeun ran her fingers over it, she could feel the smooth, polished wood.

‘Is this what they call a “well-loved” piece?’

Daeun’s thoughts wandered as she touched the headboard. Anything used for a long time takes on a certain character, but wooden furniture, in particular, seemed to show signs of wear more prominently. The shiny, slightly worn bed was a testament to the hands that had touched it over the years.

Someone …