From Baek Yuwon's Diary

When was the first time you died? Fumbling through my memories as if searching for a distant past, I pulled out that day's nightmare without hesitation.

Ah, right.

My love. My one and only love, for whom I would trade my life. Those past days when I held your crushed, broken, and dismantled body, trying to scoop the blood back in somehow.

Everything directed toward you led to disaster. You met your death on the spot in a secondary accident on the highway. The blood gushing out poured over me like a baptism. Ah, ah. Like someone who had forgotten how to speak, I crawled toward you, repeating only the words, "No, no." Watching me, only a single hot tear fell from your eye.

What were you thinking until the very end? You, who met with an accident while trying to save someone else—what on earth were you thinking as you looked at me?

With your limbs crushed, in such a painful state, you.

Multiple deaths followed after that. At some point, my own end was included among them. Unlike your death, which flowed like a wheel of fate, my death was a small pebble caught in that wheel. A very, very small stone. So I couldn't stop your wheel.

When I foresaw your death and threw myself first, nine times out of ten, you stopped me and died instead. The remaining one time ended with us dying together. Even so, I couldn't give up, so I died dozens more times, and you died hundreds of times more than me.

Only then did I realize.

That I had underestimated you. That I had ignored and looked down upon your blind devotion, your sacrifice, and your love.