[Dash] Just because you woke up, what if you eat anything randomly!

In response to her worried fuss, Representative Hwang quickly used his fingers to turn and remove the apple stuck in Samyoung’s mouth.

With a relieved face, he wiped the drool with his sleeve and showed a relieved smile.

“Kang, Oppa, I’m fine.”

[Dash] Are you really okay? When did you wake up?

“I just woke up.”

[Dash] Did you vomit or feel dizzy?

“Uh-uh. I feel fine. Anyway, don’t worry too much, Oppa. I’ll probably be discharged soon.”

Only then did Kang’s face, which had been filled with concern, relax a little.

[Dash] I’ll visit you as soon as it’s bright tomorrow, Oppa.

At her words, Representative Hwang intervened.

“If she comes here saying, ‘Where is this?’ tomorrow, I’ll make Samyoung discharge himself!”

[Dash] Who decides the discharge? If something happens because of anyone’s rash decision…

This time, Samyoung intervened.

“I’m really fine, Kang.”

This guy might die of an anger-related illness just being next to him. So, please don’t stop him.

With an entire facial muscle movement, he desperately signaled Kang with a sign.
Soon, Samyoung’s face, which had been facing the camera, disappeared, and Representative Hwang’s burdened face filled the screen.

“Now that I’ve confirmed it, it’s fine, right? Anyway, don’t worry too much and rest well.”

[Dash] If anything happens, you must contact me immediately.

“Oh, okay. If you worry too much, you’ll get wrinkles, you know? Go to sleep quickly. I’ll contact you tomorrow.”

Click.

The call was disconnected like that.

Kang had already been gazing at the now-disconnected phone screen, and soon let out a small sigh.

In an instant, long arms wrapped around her neck.

It was San.

“Hyung, are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

Without energy, Kang, trapped in his embrace, nodded his head.

Then San said, “Now, let me take care of you.”

“When did you take off your clothes?”

“When you were on the call.”

“Why did you take them off? Is it hot?”

“No. It’s cold, but my body keeps getting hot.”

The disheveled guy replied with sleepy eyes.

Reaching out, he touched her face and arms; indeed, they were warm.

“What should we do? Should I get an ice pack?”

“No.”

“How about fever medicine?”

“That’s okay. You’re my medicine.”

Kang looked at San, who was insisting on something unreasonable, with a thin gaze.

“Instead of insisting on that, how about hugging me again?”

He chuckled, holding her wrist and wrapping his waist around her.

Kang lowered the blanket that San had been covering him with, allowing it to cover only below his waist.

“It might be cold because of chills. Still, you have to endure it. We need to lower the fever.”

At her words, he nodded his head like a good child.

The two spent time facing each other silently.

It was a night that felt like reaching the pinnacle of happiness, unlike any other moment, and it seemed like there had never been a night so anxious and restless.

The space where words disappeared was filled only with intentions.

How much time do we have left that we are allowed?

Can we love each other normally like others?

… Can we be happy?

Although she had always thought about living each day happily, the happiness that had finally come into her hands was not easily let go.

Just a little more.

Just a little more.

Because I have been unhappy enough.

Like demanding compensation for lost time, the heart, which had lost its direction, continued to lament.

Knowing that it was a wish that no one could fulfill.

Happiness was like a grain of sand held in the hand, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop it from slipping away.

The powerless heart could only gaze at it with sadness and tenderness.

“You know.”

Kang spoke, looking at San.

“We said we had already met three times before.”

“Yeah.”

“I want to hear more about that story.”

All she could do was cherish the moment.

She wanted to know more about their story that she didn’t know.

Memories to be kept in her heart had no form from the beginning, so they wouldn’t disappear even if she died.

In response to Kang’s words, San slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again, answering, “I don’t remember the first time. I wasn’t even born then.”
“Still. I have heard stories from Mother.”

Upon saying that, his thumb, which had been resting on her fair cheek, slowly moved, caressing her skin.

“…Do you want to hear?”

“Yeah.”

Kang’s eyes sparkled.

San, who had been gazing at her with eyes as beautiful as the stars, slowly recollected his memories.

It began before Kang and San were born, tracing back.

It was a time when Ili and Moa, each leaving the underworld and heavenly realm, respectively, roamed between the human world and the celestial realm. It was also when Moa embraced San.

It was a season when the wind was still cool.

She was walking late at night with her husband.

“It’s raining.”

Moa, extending her hand outside the umbrella with spirited energy, laughed as she watched the raindrops gently nestling in her palm.

“Look, baby. Rain. Have you seen it in the celestial realm?”

She often talked about stories related to everything in the world, speaking to San in her belly like this.

Ili, watching his wife’s figure like that, grabbed her wet hand and put it inside his coat pocket.

“You’ll catch a cold.”

“Oh, this much won’t give me a cold.”

Smiling, Moa leaned her head on his shoulder.

Her husband always treated her as if she were a fragile object, easily broken if held too tightly. In reality, that was the case.

Even after they settled relatively stably in the human world, Ili couldn’t help but worry that Moa might shatter if he held her too tightly, or she might scatter in the wind if he let her go.

Just like San looks at Kang now.

Anyway, that day they had dinner at a restaurant, exchanged long conversations at a bar, and were on their way home.

It was at that moment when faint cries mixed with sighs were heard in the alley after midnight.

“Ugh… Hngh.”

Moa, who had been leaning her head on her husband’s shoulder, raised her head like a meerkat, looking around.

“What’s that sound? Honey, didn’t you hear anything strange?”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s strange. I’m sure I heard crying or something.”

“Because you’re pregnant, you’ve become sensitive.”

“Listen. There it is again!”

With a keen ear, she leaned in to hear the faint moans.

Ili, who usually didn’t want to get involved in troublesome matters, couldn’t turn his wife away, especially when she couldn’t just pass by those in distress.

“It’s over there. I definitely heard the sound from there.”

“I’ll check it out. Don’t run.”

“Yeah. I won’t run, so let’s go together.”

Moa replied, holding tightly onto Ili’s arm.

Not wanting to leave his wife alone, he nodded.

As they moved forward, the crying became clearer.

“Seems like it’s around here… I’m sure…”

Moa’s steps, who initially insisted on not running, gradually became impatient. Ili also keenly felt the growing scent of death and fear, thickening in the rain.

His wife also definitely sensed something.
Something positive that only a celestial being can feel, which Monmain himself cannot perceive.

The radiant, azure eyes of Moa shining in the darkness were evidence of that.

In Ili’s eyes, gazing at her, there flickered a deep crimson essence.