Winter, entrusting herself to Hugo, slowly turned her gaze.
Beyond the living room window, the black night sky was visible. The Milky Way, sprinkled with dense stars, was incomparably beautiful. Faint moonlight sparkled on the lake. Occasionally, a shooting star with a long tail would fall across it.
Hugo slowly caressed Winter's smooth waist. Winter's eyes closed languidly. Hugo gently wrapped Winter's naked body with a linen blanket.
Winter spoke dreamily with her eyes closed, "We have to return to Oslo in a few days."
"That's right."
"...Hey."
"Yes?"
Winter was silent for a moment. Hugo quietly kissed her forehead. After a while, Winter spoke again.
"Why did you do that back then?"
"What?"
"The day you suddenly returned from Oslo."
Last year in early spring, Hugo abruptly returned home while hosting a symposium in Oslo. The place he rushed to was the secret salon in Cheongdam-dong, Seoul, where Winter had secretly entered alone.
