Childhood Friend of the Zenith

White hair and ruby-colored eyes.
A beauty with a gentle appearance, dressed in a red martial robe that seemed familiar.

‘The Gu martial robe.’

It was the exact type of martial robe worn by the Gu clan.

The robe looked so familiar, I could immediately tell where it came from.

The problem was—

‘Why?’

Why was my mother here?

She was someone who shouldn’t be here.
And of all places, in a carriage carrying provisions?

Her appearance reminded me of Wi Seol-ah.

I lost my words for a moment.

“Mother…”

I almost called out without thinking, but I stopped myself.
I knew well that this wasn’t a situation where I could call her that.

What should I say instead? My mind went blank for a moment.
I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I stood there, lost in thought.

After a short pause, I remembered. Ah, yes. There was only one thing to say in this kind of situation.

“Who are you?”

“A!”

My mother froze for a second.
She was about to speak, but her large eyes rolled around, and I could see it happening.

“Umm… Uh…”

She struggled for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“Hehe.”

“……”

She giggled in such an innocent manner.
What should I do with this? I had no words, frozen in place.

Whoosh.
I felt a burst of heat.

Turning around from the familiar sensation, I saw—

“……”

It was my father.

This time, it was my father who had appeared, looking at me, no—looking at my mother inside the carriage.

“Ah!”

My mother smiled brightly as she met my father’s eyes.

“Cheolwoon!”

She casually called out my father’s name.

“……What is this?”