As you step inside the house, you see the dark silhouette of Go Won. In the pitch-black living room, buried in the sofa, he turns his head toward you without a word as soon as he sees you.

Then, he stands up quietly. He strides over and stands before you. In his narrowed eyes, disappointment, suppressed emotions, and a familiar stubbornness are seeped in.

He silently takes your wrist and slowly pulls you into his embrace. His chin rests on your shoulder, and his quiet breath settles by your ear.