Han Jiyul opened her eyes. A featureless white ceiling filled her vision, and the crisp sound of a knife slicing through something tickled her ears. She turned her head toward the sound.
Park Jihun was there, carefully cutting an apple with a fruit knife.
“...What are you doing here?” Han Jiyul asked, dumbfounded.
Park Jihun glanced up at her and offered a bashful smile. “You’re awake. Are you hurt anywhere?”
“The doctor said there’s nothing
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