Jiho took the cloth and looked up, her gaze meeting Jihoon's tear-stained face.
The sight of his tears and the evident pain etched on his features caused a pang in her heart, a wave of empathy washing over her despite the situation.
Jiho's expression softened briefly, a fleeting moment of compassion breaking through the facade of determination.
With a sigh, Jiho looked at Jihoon, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and determination.
She spoke calmly but firmly, her voice carrying a hint of reassurance amidst the tension.
"Stop crying already. Try to move your leg."Her words were gentle yet directive, urging Jihoon .
Jiho's hand moved to gently support Jihoon's leg, her touch a blend of care and practicality as she encouraged him to test his movement. The courtyard seemed to hold its breath as Jihoon wiped away his tears, his expression a mosaic of pain, uncertainty, and a hint of hope.
