Bong Me-Eon had done it without thinking.
Watching Song Woo-Ji so close to death—so utterly defeated—had broken something within her.
She couldn't let it happen again.
Not to him.
Not when she'd already lost so much.
Her chest heaved as she struggled to remain upright, a sharp ache throbbing through her limbs.
Song Woo-Ji lay beside her, stunned but alive, saved by her last-minute intervention. She knew this was a fleeting moment, and yet, even a single second longer was worth it.
For Bong Me-Eon, the concept of loss was no stranger.
It was a shadow, always lurking, always waiting to take those she held dear. Her life was a story written in loss, a cycle that had begun far too young.
Her first memory of it was of her parents. She was barely a child, innocent and bright-eyed, clinging to her mother's hand as they strolled down the busy streets of their town.
