Mrs Kim looked over her shoulder, standing at the sink. "Hey, baby. Hello, Junghae."

"It's okay that she stays over, right?"

"Of course." Mrs Kim wiped her hands on a towel and kissed her daughter's cheek, opening her arms for Junghae to step into her embrace. The woman kissed Junghae's forehead. "You're always welcome, Junghae."

Junghae's stomach twisted, and not from the food. Would she really always be welcome? Unconditionally?