[Protagonist's POV]
One stock—predictable—
Potion secured—questions lingered—I'd ask—
[Shh.]
Flinch!
Not text—a whisper in my ear—
Goosebumps—shiver—
[Let's talk… later, just us—got it?]
Her voice tickled like ASMR—
Pop!
Message gone—
'…Oh.'
She's watching—but dodging now—
I closed the shop—
Yeo Socheon nearby—awkward timing—
No need to mix them—
Saintess's take on her—unclear—but Yeo Socheon's saintess-bashing? Frequent—
2207—
Last points seen—lingered—
Normally, six years—or 2200 taels of gold into the system—
Even big merchants balk—I'm no different—
'Should've charged more for readings.'
Naive back then—cheap rates—
Regrets—too late—
'…Points.'
I glanced at Yeo Socheon—back turned—
Small already—slumped shoulders—pitiful—
Earlier, a rapist cum-thief—now, these points softened that—
Money can't buy this—she earned it—
Brief suffering—what's that worth?
Shame it's a one-time spike—
Four more at this rate—I'd grit through—
