As Uijae absentmindedly stroked Sayoung’s hair, staring at the white wall, he suddenly glanced down at the black hair resting against him.

‘…Huh?’

The skin-to-skin contact felt strangely cold, and something seemed off. While Uijae had seen plenty of people bound by Jung Bin’s chains in the past, this was the first time he’d seen it affect someone so physically.

When he gently pushed Sayoung aside to get a better look at his face, a slow-moving hand grabbed his arm. However, the grip lacked strength, more like it was placed there than anything.

Sayoung slowly lifted his head and moved …