Uijae stared, almost mesmerized, at Lee Sayoung and the version of Cha Uijae in his arms. It was a familiar face, one he recognized as his own, yet it didn’t feel real. It felt like a scene from a movie.

His gaze shifted to Lee Sayoung. Sayoung's eyes were unfocused, as if he were grasping at something in the void. The face in front of Uijae felt strangely familiar, but not because he had just seen it. It reminded him of something from much earlier... and then it hit him.

"Ah."

‘Finally, I can give up.’@@novelbin@@

Yes, it was the same expression he had seen when he had told Aunt Seokjung about her passing. Uijae rubbed his lips absentmindedly. For some reason, they tasted bitter.

“...”

Beneath the perfect façade of the ideal world, Sayoung’s true world was hidden. Unlike the flawless utopia, this place was barren, quiet, and unchanging. Uijae felt a sense of unease he couldn’t quite describe.

Perhaps Lee Sayoung would remain here forever, cradling Cha Uijae in his arms, because the moment Cha Uijae died, his world had stopped.

Then a low whisper broke the silence.

"Still... you're such a cruel person..."

*Step, step.* Footsteps approached, coming from somewhere behind him. Uijae didn’t turn around. The steps stopped exactly three paces away from him. A voice, cold and emotionless, spoke.

“You really tore everything apart like a mole digging holes.”

“...”

“So, are you satisfied now?”

“...”

“You destroyed a world by sacrificing yourself, didn’t you?”

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