Stella watched Seoyeon’s video for a while before handing it back to the child.

Han Yuna, the little girl, glanced at Stella and then turned back to Seoyeon. She spoke in a small, hesitant voice.

“Unnie… are you friends with the angel?”

Friends?

“I don’t think so…”

“Haha, how cold.”

Stella must have overheard because she laughed as if it didn’t matter whether they were friends or not.

After all, this could very well be their last time meeting each other, so calling it friendship felt strange.

“Th-Then… unnie.”

“Hm?”

Yuna looked like she wanted to say something but hesitated, her face unsure.

Seoyeon stared at her, waiting patiently, but Yuna slowly shook her head.

“N-Never mind…”

“Y-Yuna!”

At that moment, a flustered voice rang out as someone hurried toward them.

When Seoyeon looked up, she saw a woman about her height rushing over.

“I’m so sorry. My daughter wasn’t bothering you, was she?”

The woman, clearly embarrassed, bowed her head in apology.

Then, noticing Yuna’s nervous posture, she gently flicked the girl’s forehead.

“You scared me, running off like that!”

“But… the magical girl unnie was here…”

“Magical girl unnie?”

It seemed the woman only just realized that the disguised Seoyeon was actually the actress Ju Seoyeon.

Her eyes widened in shock—she clearly hadn’t expected to run into someone famous in such a place.

“Oh… hello. I never imagined I’d meet you here.”

“N-No, it’s fine.”

Seoyeon was flustered as well.

Of course, it made sense that Yuna wouldn’t be alone.

Watching the awkward interaction, Stella tilted her head in curiosity.

Seoyeon’s expression looked more complicated than ever—nostalgia, surprise, awkwardness, and even happiness all flashed across her face.

Normally, Seoyeon’s emotions were straightforward—appearing and disappearing one at a time.

But this moment felt different.

Why?

Stella couldn’t quite understand, but one thing was clear—this woman wasn’t just some random stranger to Seoyeon.

“Is something wrong?”

“Huh?”

“Oh, I just thought Yuna looked like she wanted to ask you something.”

Seoyeon’s gentle question seemed to make the woman uncomfortable.

“Oh, no, you don’t have to worry about that. My daughter just wanted to be a little pushy.”

Pushy?

Seoyeon tilted her head in confusion, and Stella stepped closer.

“It’s the event.”

“Event?”

“Look over there.”@@novelbin@@

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