Ecstatic bliss

“Young Master Seowon, look at those red peach blossoms.” Unable to fall asleep any longer at the woman’s boisterous voice, Yoon removed the arm covering his eyes with his red sleeve and gazed down at the tree. In the arms of the woman, who was looking at the peach blossoms blooming on her tree, a child about five years old was staring intently at Yoon. “He is wearing red clothes.” “Yes, Young Master. The petals are really red, aren’t they?” Yoon must have been visible to the young Seowon’s eyes; far from crying, Seowon smiled at him. Brighter and more radiant than the sunlight. Seowon, who had claimed he didn’t need a partner, was moved by his smile. “I must come find that little kid...