When I woke up in the morning, I sat by the window, sipping a cup of hot chocolate that Donghwa made for me before he left for work.
While staring at the scenery beyond the window, I couldn't help but rubbing the ring on my finger gently.
I smiled weakly. There was something good that had just happened between us and I was thinking about it all night long, which sometimes made me smile, and sometimes I wanted to cry.
However, there was a hope that I wanted the most, which was how these good things could stand to the end. At least, holding on to this broken relationship after so much pain I had been through was a hard thing to do. But, if he could fight for our relationship, then there was no giving up for me.
