Her eyes were red and bloodshot.

Tears welled up and streamed down her cheeks.

Her trembling eyelashes, slightly furrowed brows—

The faint flush on her nose and the corners of her lips drooping downward.

She was desperately trying to hold back her tears but failing.

Her face betrayed every bit of sorrow she was feeling.

That was the expression Cheonma wore.

“…What the hell? Are you crying?”

I pulled my hand away from her shoulder.

It was a sight that left me stunned.

Cheonma was crying.

The one who ruled above all, gazing down at the world with cold indifference—