“Ji-woo.”
Her last memory was of being curled into a tight ball, lying beside Seo Tae-joon in the hospital. She moaned as sunlight pressed against her closed eyelids. A shadow fell over her face, blocking the blinding brightness.
“Is that better?” Seo Tae-joon’s voice pulled her fully awake. Her eyes fluttered open. He was smiling faintly at her, his face battered and bruised. Morning sun streamed through the thin curtains of the hospital
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