Just before everyone's souls would never be able to leave from hell, the old priest stopped, clearing his throat, thinking, That should be enough, with a grin on his face.
Stifling a yawn, Joon-ho thought, How much did they donate to the church to make this old man speak for so long?
Ha... Reliving this marriage never makes it better, but still, I love this, he mused, glancing at Soo-jin in front of him on the podium.
Unknown to him, at some point, she had stopped trembling.
Soo-jin in front of him, unlike the previous time, was clearly paying attention, remembering and deciphering every single word the priest said.
Looking at Soo-jin, Joon-ho, astonished, thought, Why does she look like she is seriously listening, not like in the past when she wanted to hurry up and complete this and get out of this hall as soon as possible?
