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 …