Stepping out of the room, Seung was on the edge, brimming with frustration. He raked his fingers through his hair, pulling harshly at the strands as if the sharp tug could help relieve his irritation. He cursed at himself. How could he have been so foolish, so naive?
How could he dare to hope Hirvan would change his attitude toward him after knowing the truth?
Seung's lips twitched to a bitter smile, one filled with self-loathing. No, he was a wrongdoer, sinner…
Nothing would change the fact that he was responsible for the death of his brother and wife. He felt the familiar wave of guilt crash over him. His hands began trembling…
Seung clenched his hands into fists, stopping his nerves from getting out of hand…
His life was a living hell.
How many nights he had woken up in cold sweats, reliving that night in his dreams over and over?
The look of horror on Hirvan's face, seeing him drive, had haunted him for years.
