“you… .”

“I know I don’t know him very well. But that’s why I can’t give up anymore.”

“… … .”

Jaeseong, who was about to nag again for a long time, looked at Jaeyoung’s face and sighed. This wasn’t something that could be done with words.

Even a fire moth flying in search of a place to die would not have such a determined face. Why do we always choose difficult love?