“…….”
What even is this situation? I was at a loss for words at the scene in front of me.
“Khm….”
Mi Hyoran spotted me and tried to clear her throat, but with her mouth stuffed full she barely managed to hold it back.
“Oh. What brings you?”
Nangong Hyeong, utterly unbothered, greeted me with his chopsticks still in hand.
Hyun Soyeon, carrying dishes, was staring straight at me as well.
“You’re here?”
She welcomed me with perfect calm.
“…Ah, yes.”
What is this? I answered, but I still didn’t get it. Why are these people gathered here—
and in Nangong Hyeong’s quarters, no less?
“Would you like to sit? I made quite a lot.”
“……”
At her words I slid into a seat. Across from me I could see Mi Hyoran, hurriedly chewing with puffy, swollen eyes.
One look told me she’d cried a little.
“So. Why are you here?”
Nangong Hyeong asked.
“…Just had something…