The Morning Star Baby Wants a Family - Chapter 62

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Chapter 62
A pleasant fragrance filled the air.
Hae-na found it peculiar at first, but quickly dismissed her suspicion.
‘This place has always been like this.’
Forever fragrant and beautiful.
The Paradise Pure Land, untouched by suffering or sorrow.
Yet Hae-na was weeping.
Tears streamed from her eyes, falling to the ground in steady drops.
“Oh my, there you go again, crying again!”
A high, bright voice chided her.
But what could she do about the sadness?
Hae-na murmured through her sniffles.
“Please, ma’am, please. If you keep crying, we’ll get in trouble. The Master will ring the great bell!”
I won’t let him scold you.
Even as Hae-na said this, she clamped her lips shut, trying to stop her tears.
Beside her, the one who had been chattering suddenly let out a squeak and jumped to their feet.
“The Master!”
Hae-na lifted her head.
The silhouette of a man backlit by the glow was indistinct.
The man’s lips moved.
He seemed to be saying something, but she couldn’t hear him.
‘What…?’
In an instant, her senses grew dim. Sleep rushed in without a moment to resist.
Her entire body went limp, and her mind grew hazy.
Hae-na sank into deep slumber.
How long had she slept? The child’s eyes fluttered open.
A ceiling of fine-grained wood came into view.
Hae-na blinked her drowsy eyes several times.
“…Hae-na, are you coming to?”
A familiar, deep voice reached her ears.
Hae-na’s head snapped toward the sound.
Cheon-eul sat right beside the bedchamber. He wore a loose outer robe draped casually over his undergarments.
At the sight of Cheon-eul’s face, mingled with worry and relief, her foggy mind cleared rapidly.
“Cheon-eul!”
Hae-na sprang up from the bed. Startled, Cheon-eul reached out toward the child.
“Wait, take it slowly…!”
Unfortunately, Cheon-eul’s restraint came too late.
The moment she rose, dizziness swept over Hae-na’s vision.
“Ugh…”
Her head spun.
As Hae-na stumbled, Cheon-eul exhaled softly and laid the child back upon the bedchamber.
“You must be careful. Four days of lying in bed is hardly enough—are you determined to worry us further?”
His voice was unusually stern. Hae-na’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Four days?”
“Yes, you little thing.”
Cheon-eul’s hand gently pinched the tip of the child’s nose.
Hae-na blinked, her expression bewildered.
“What happened? Where am I? And where is my sister? Oh, are you all right, Cheon-eul?”
The child’s voice grew increasingly urgent.
Cheon-eul smiled warmly and brushed Hae-na’s forehead.
“This is Gaeyang Palace. You’re in the bedchamber of the hall where you’ve been staying, and Seowan has stepped out briefly but will return soon. I am unharmed, thanks to you.”
He answered the child’s questions gently and patiently.
Hae-na, listening quietly, opened her mouth slightly.
‘Thanks to me?’
The moment she was about to ask, countless memories flooded her mind.
The light that had guided the way, the whispers that echoed within it.
The crumbling cave and desperate prayers, and what had emanated from her fingertips….
“Huh?”
A bewildered sound escaped Hae-na’s lips.
The three of them had emerged safely from the cave, the mountain had returned to forest, and the parched Gaeyang Land had reclaimed its waters.
Hae-na herself had accomplished all of it.
Hae-na gazed down at her small hands with a dazed expression.
It was nearly impossible to believe.
Yet the memories remained vivid, not a moment forgotten.
When the cave began to collapse, I desperately wished to save Seowan and Cheon-eul.
But the moment my power seeped into every corner of the cave, I could instinctively understand.
The water pooled deep within, the wind that drifted above it.
A force I had never wielded in my entire life moved like my own limbs.
Even now, having escaped the cave, it was the same.
Hae-na slowly closed and opened her eyes. Her vision transformed.
Countless tiny, faint orbs of light drifted through the empty air.
It was a sight I had glimpsed before, when I had calmed Seowan.
Unlike that time, when it had vanished instantly, the radiant river of light continued to shimmer.
Hae-na reached out and scattered the gathered lights.
A thin wisp of wind stirred the curtain.
“Child, just now….”
Cheon-eul murmured in astonishment.
Hae-na, startled, trembled at his words.
Every window in the room was securely latched.
The large sliding door was also shut tight without a single gap.
Even Cheon-eul, the Geomun Seongggun who commanded the winds, wore a flustered expression—this was unmistakably Hae-na’s doing.
The child’s small shoulders instinctively shrank inward.
‘What do I do?’
Ever since witnessing this mysterious light, Seowan had insisted that no one but herself must learn of it.
Hae-na didn’t think Cheon-eul was a bad person, but that was beside the point.
‘I promised my sister.’
Tell no one.
Inform my sister first if anything changes.
Yet I’ve kept neither promise.
As Hae-na’s young mind began to race, steady footsteps echoed from beyond the door.
The child’s head lifted at the sound, brightening with recognition.
The door opened, and Seowan entered the room dressed in dark blue robes.
“Sister!”
At the child’s joyful cry, Seowan’s eyes widened.
She strode purposefully toward the bedchamber.
“Seowan, wait a moment. My hands have become soiled.”
Cheon-eul rose from his seat and gently stopped her.
When Seowan’s gaze fell upon her own hands, smudged with earth and dust, Cheon-eul took them gently in his own.
With a white cloth in hand, he began carefully wiping her fingers clean.
And remarkably, Seowan did not pull away.
“I can do it myself.”
“Still, I wish to do this for you.”
It was a feeble protest, one that quickly dissolved beneath Cheon-eul’s gentle insistence.
His touch was delicate as he caressed each long finger one by one.
Hae-na’s eyes bulged as she watched her sister, who stood stiffly, visibly uncomfortable.
“Um, sister.”
At the child’s call, Seowan’s attention snapped immediately to Hae-na.
“When did you wake? How do you feel? Is anything hurting?”
Seowan’s face remained as composed as always as she poured out her concerns.
But Hae-na could not stop stealing glances at Seowan’s hand, held captive by Cheon-eul’s.
“I’m fine. But sister….”
Hae-na trailed off hesitantly before asking carefully.
“Have you two made up?”
Her voice was uncertain.
The two before her seemed far too intimate for a simple reconciliation.
This was the first time Hae-na had ever seen her sister offer her hand to anyone.
Seowan was always the one to hold Hae-na’s hand and embrace her readily, but never with others.
Seowan had always been deeply averse to allowing anyone close.
Even Chung-su and Chung-yeon rarely found themselves within three paces of her.
Her coldness toward Cheon-eul had been, if anything, even more pronounced.
I was not the Seowan who had once refused even to stand close to Hae-na, let alone allow such proximity.
“Cheon-eul, you’re holding my sister’s hand right now….”
Hae-na, who had been hesitating, pointed to Seowan’s hand clasped in Cheon-eul’s grip.
The long, elegantly shaped hand was immaculate, even the nails meticulously cleaned.
At Hae-na’s question, Seowan paused before nodding slowly.
“…he asked me to.”
Hae-na’s face drained of color as though she had witnessed something terrifying.
It was because Seowan had not resisted when Cheon-eul reached for her other hand.
No matter how I thought about it, something felt profoundly wrong.
It seemed as though my sister had fallen under some bizarre curse.
Yet Seowan’s spiritual core shimmered with its usual serene radiance.
Hae-na looked up at Seowan with a bewildered expression.
“Did something happen while I was asleep?”
Hae-na could not help but ask. A faint smile played at the corners of Cheon-eul’s lips, though Hae-na, oblivious to it, kept her gaze fixed solely on her sister.
The child’s face bore the expression of someone who had just witnessed a fish walking on two legs.
Seowan exhaled a small sigh before speaking.
“I’ve agreed to marry Cheon-eul.”
The answer was simple, yet its contents were anything but.
Hae-na’s mouth fell open.
After remaining frozen like a statue for several seconds, the child let out a sharp cry.
“What?!”

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