*Ding dong—*

"Oh, it must be Dayeon."

As I sat on the living room sofa with Chris tending to my hair, the doorbell rang. Chris got up to greet Beimerung.

*Click, thud, thud, thud.*

I heard some conversation and hurried footsteps near the entrance, and soon, a petite woman with a bob haircut appeared, wearing a cheerful smile as she sat down to my left.

"Hi, Rain! How are you feeling?"

"Hello, Dayeon unnie. I'm feeling much better."

Nam Dayeon—Beimerung—smiled as she examined me, her eyes quickly welling up with tears as she grasped my hand tightly.

"Sniff... Chris unnie …