Ha-eun already knew what she had to say when she finally faced Da-yeon.
She had even practiced a few times.

But when the moment came, all she could muster was a guilt-ridden sob.

-Clench.

With trembling hands, Da-yeon reached out and grabbed the hem of Ha-eun’s cherry blossom-colored hanbok.
The only thought racing through her mind was that she couldn’t let Ha-eun leave.

“Don’t… don’t hate me. Please….”

Emotions that had festered deep within her heart erupted all at once.
Tears streamed down her bloodshot eyes, large droplets falling one by one.

Her breathing quickened.
Her …