Sa-young opened the tightly closed bedroom door. The room, devoid of any light, felt as though time itself had stopped. Lying on the bed without a single wrinkle in the sheets, hands clasped together, was Cha Uijae.
There was no sign of life, but his appearance resembled that of a living person. Well, except for the bandages wrapped around his head and his pale complexion. The preservation stone placed beside Uijae's head glimmered. Sa-young smiled faintly.
"Been doing well?"
No answer came. There was no movement in his hands or chest. He had grown accustomed to one-sided conversations like this. Sa-young stared down at the face with closed eyes and let out a small sigh.
He wanted to see the living, moving Uijae. Not this lifeless, doll-like version of him. Sa-young reached out a hand toward him but withdrew it before touching him. The moment he touched him, he would be reminded of death again.
The dead were cold.
‘...I won’t be able to do this twice.’
Gyugyu confirming it's J because he didn't respond at all LMAO
Please, stop with the angst! My heart can’t take it anymore!😭
I.. I'm afraid the notebook was stolen...
I love this novel, but if it forces Sayoung to go through all those years alone again, we're going to have a problem.
I think probably not? They might manage to open up the dungeon at some point?
I need them to reunite asap! Poor thing has been talking to a corpse