“Yeonjun!!!!”
Soobin screamed and jumped into the water.
The current was heavy, and the rain covered my face.
But all he could see was the spot where the Fed had disappeared.
“Just now… right here…!”
He waded through the water with his hands like crazy.
I stepped onto the spot, bent down, and checked the floor.
and-
I raised my head blankly.
“…Only up to the waist…?”
The spot where the Fed is missing.
He definitely sank down here screaming.
But the water depth is… only waist-high.
“…That’s ridiculous… B…I saw it clearly…”
Goosebumps ran down his body.
A strange feeling of chill rising from somewhere...
Far away, something was floating on the water.
That was—peony.
A withered stem and one red petal.
As if something had left a message.
“……?”
Soobin walked towards him quietly and carefully.
The water was cold and the rain was falling heavily
His footsteps did not stop.
Same time.
“Hah—! Heh heh....”
Yeonjun gasped for breath and felt his body lose strength.
Something was different.
It was dark.
There was no light, no floor, no sensation.
“…Where is this…?”
He opened his eyes, but saw nothing.
There was only a deep, heavy darkness surrounding him.
and-
“Yeonjun…”
That voice.
I heard it again.
“…Seol-ah…?”
At that moment, a small shape emerged from the darkness.
A face vaguely appeared.
Familiar facial features.
And… a smile.
“Seol-ah…”
But—another voice rose in his heart.
‘Kuuuuu… Thanks to you… I’ll take good care of your body, right?’
The Fed shook its head, trying to come to its senses.
“… You… aren’t you Seol-ah?”
The figure paused, then tilted its head again and spoke.
“Why are you saying that… It’s me…
“She’s your beloved wife, right…?”
“….”
“Do you still love me now?
“Just tell me once. I want to hear it.”
Her eyes were so clear.
And it was so… black.
The Fed took a step back.
“…Something feels strange… Are you… really Seol-ah?”
At that moment, someone's hand quietly grabbed his.
A warmth that is neither cold nor hot.
"....!!!!"
The hand was carefully placed on his palm.
He moved as if writing something.
touch.
Each and every finger moves
As if engraving a letter…
A single letter left on the palm—
The writing that I feel is,
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Continued in the next episode >>
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