139 - it is One Hundred Tanghulu

“Oh, yes. You’ve come. Come in.”

I welcomed Namgung Yeonhee warmly.

However, something about her condition was a little strange.

Her cheeks were flushed, beads of sweat had formed on her forehead, and she seemed to be breathing slightly heavily.

‘Huh?’

Is it hot outside?

It was summer in the sixth-floor murim world, so the weather was fairly hot.

Still, the sun had set by now, and it had cooled down considerably.

Perhaps she was simply someone who was particularly sensitive to heat.

‘Oh dear.’...