Tears that had flowed in small drops now began to fall in earnest. Uijae froze, gripping Lee Sayoung's hand.

“Is… he crying?”

Lee Sayoung?

“Why?”

What reason could he possibly have to cry as soon as he saw me? A flurry of thoughts bubbled up in Uijae’s mind.

“Did he wake up and cry because I wasn’t there?”

There’s no way Lee Sayoung would cry over something so trivial. Uijae dismissed the first possibility immediately. If anything, Sayoung was the type to get annoyed or angry, not cry. Unless…

“Did he have a dream where I died?”

…

Uijae raised his gaze from their clasped hands to look at Sayoung, and then he inhaled sharply.

Sayoung’s pale face, which had once reflected shock like someone who’d seen a ghost, was now devoid of any expression. It was as if the last remnants of emotion had drained from him.

He was simply staring. At Uijae. His usual vibrant purple eyes, which often hid countless emotions beneath the surface, now mirrored only one person.

Cha Uijae.

“….”

Uijae opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it.@@novelbin@@

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