The voice that emerged was one she had never heard before, despite the man shadowing her like a ghost.
The burly bodyguard with a rugged demeanor scratched at his coarse stubble, seemingly lost in thought.
“I remember now—what that guy used to say.”
“What?”
Heeju turned to him with wary, confused eyes.
“That dry-as-dust bastard used to go crazy taking pictures of the sunset like a lunatic.”
His casual tone made her furrow her brows, her expression growing sharper. Noticing her reaction, the bodyguard hastily waved his hands in defense.
