Soyak had always been a strange child.

At least, that was how Cheonhwa saw her.

She always acted as though she were carrying some enormous burden.

Perhaps she truly had gone through something painful, but still...

Even though she had been born with such overwhelming strength and such distant, unfathomable talent.

Maybe that was why she always looked so pitiful.

Jealousy?

Things like that had long since vanished.

The more Cheonhwa spent day after day with Soyak...

The more impossible it became to envy her.

More than anything, there were the sounds of pain she made every night.

Whatever terrible dreams she had, she sobbed every time she slept.

Soyak had no idea at all, but...

Whenever that happened, Cheonhwa would quietly pat Soyak’s back.

The end of childhood.

The convenient label of being a child would one day fall away.

But Soyak looked as though...

The scab had fallen before the w...

Chapter 143

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