What would happen, Ji-woo wondered, if she approached him?
She sat on the sofa across from the hospital bed, rubbing a towel through her damp hair. Though she knew he was still unconscious, she couldn’t stop herself from glancing over, searching for any sign of change in Seo Tae-joon.
At least she could see his face now. The mud had been washed away, and he looked infinitely better than when she’d found him buried in the wreckage.
Anxious
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