“Sigh…”

“…”

“Siiiiigh…”

“…Daeun.”

“Yeah?”

“Letting out sighs like that won’t make the ground collapse.”

Unless it’s dragon breath, of course.

It wasn’t just her sighs—her face was filled with such concern that anyone seeing her might think she was shouldering all the world’s worries alone. Despite her dramatic demeanor, I couldn’t help but be curious about the reason for her prolonged melancholy. After all, this wasn’t just a one-day thing; she’d been like this for three days straight.

One day, I could’ve dismissed as "Daeun being weird again." But two days became three, and ignoring it any longer felt …