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As the moments passed in quiet contemplation, Joon-su's expression grew paler, mirroring the concern that weighed heavily on his mind.
Meanwhile, Kyung ho changed the damp cloth on Jiho's forehead with practiced care, trying to offer her some relief from the fever.
Min-seo watched Jiho with a pained expression, his eyes already filled with tears, teetering on the verge of spilling over.
"Brother, will she be fine, right?" Min-seo's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, his hand tightly holding Jiho's, seeking reassurance from Joon-su.
Joon-su, his face reflecting a mixture of concern and determination, gently checked Jiho's pulse once more.
"I've already checked; there's nothing physically wrong with her," he said calmly, trying to soothe Min-seo's escalating worry.
"If there's nothing wrong, then why doesn't she open her eyes?" Min-seo's frustration and fear boiled over, a tear escaping his eyes and tracing a path down his cheek.
