Seongho chose to walk around instead of heading straight back. He wasn’t in an emotionally stable state and needed time to collect himself.

Breathing in the cold air and clearing his head, he noticed something unusual.

Plop, plop.

A small droplet of water, almost the size of a bead, moved cautiously along the shadows of the pavement.

Despite its small size, Seongho immediately recognized it as Jo Gyuheon’s water sphere.

Sitting on a nearby bench, Seongho leaned forward and extended his hand. The water sphere climbed onto his palm, and Jo Gyuheon’s voice echoed through it.

“Hyung!”

Currently, Jo Gyuheon …