Tae clasped Bitna's hand and sat down beside the bed. He really didn't want the slightest moment with Bitna to be missed, even if it was just looking at him while sleeping like this. Tae is gradually nodding off and sleeping in a sitting position.
Lights out. It was really dark in the room, and Tae, who had just been closed for a few seconds, was immediately shocked to wake up and hold Bitna's hand tightly. What about the device that Bitna sticks to if the power goes out like this?
The wind cheered up from Tae's forward direction; it was very cold and pierced his bones, and Tae immediately reached for the phone to ask for help. His hand reached into his pocket, and the one next to him was still holding his wife's hand. As Tae tries to push the button and contact someone, he feels Bitna's cold, sweaty hands loosen from his grasp. The longer the looser, even almost detached. Oh no, not anymore.
