After finishing the meal, if nothing unusual happened, that man would come again. And what he’d say would be predictable.

“If you put it nicely, it’s persistence; if badly, it’s stubbornness…”

Muttering this to himself, Jeong Tae-ui entered the bedroom but paused after a few steps.

The bed was empty.

“Huh?” He tilted his head, then looked down the corridor. But, as expected, the face he was looking for wasn’t there either.

Jeong Jae-ui, who usually woke earlier than Tae-ui, often sat by the pond in the corridor at dawn, gazing at the brightening sky. But since no one was in the corridor when Tae-ui came out, he naturally assumed Jae-ui was in the bedroom. Yet the bedroom was empty as well.

“…”