Su Hee opened the luggage compartment above her seat and pushed her bag in with the items she bought at the dutyfree shop.
She was about to close the compartment door and sit down, but for some reason, the door didn’t close well.
She lifted it up again and tried to push it down hard, but someone grabbed the compartment door.
“What’s the rush?”
Su Hee turned around at the voice that landed heavily in her ears.
She thought it was a familiar voice, and there stood Seung Jo.
She vaguely remembered Chul Yong mentioning that Seung Jo was also going back to Korea three days later.
It wasn’t a big coincidence, given the limited number of flights to Korea.
Seung Jo, who had pushed the handle of Su Hee’s bag that was outside the luggage compartment inwards, looked down at Su Hee.
Even while pushing the luggage compartment door with his palm, Seung Jo maintained eye contact with Su Hee.
The luggage compartment, with the bag handle pushed in, finally shut with a thunk.
The sound of Seung Jo’s clothing hitting Su Hee’s ear made her ears subtly warm.
The distance between the two was closer than she thought, but Seung Jo seemed completely unaware.
Rather than stepping back, he just gently looked at Su Hee.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re blocking the entrance that Ms. Oh Su Hee is going into.”
At Seung Jo’s words, Su Hee, who had suddenly come to her senses, stepped aside.
Then, he took the seat next to Su Hee, in the aisle.
“… Why are you sitting there?”
“I’m sitting because it’s my seat, is there something strange about that?”
As Seung Jo raised his hand, a ticket was visible between his long fingers.
The seat number and the number written on the ticket were the same.
It meant that she had to go through the long flight back to Korea with Seung Jo.
This was a spinetingling coincidence.
“Sir, the plane will depart soon. Would you please take your seat?”
At the request of the kind airline staff, Su Hee sat in her seat.
Su Hee was bothered by Seung Jo sitting next to her, but there was no change in his expression, as if he wasn’t.
The plane that was making a loud noise took off, and soon the wheels that were touching the ground lifted.
The plane that shot up diagonally slowly maintained its level, and when she was getting used to the noise ringing in her ears.
Seung Jo raised his hand and called a staff.
“Do you need anything?”
“Could you give me a glass of water?”
“I’ll bring it right away.”
The staff brought a glass of water and handed it to Seung Jo.
Seung Jo took out a packet of medicine he had prepared in advance, put it in his mouth, and drank the water.
Even though she didn’t want to care, her eyes couldn’t help but move since he was sitting next to her.
It didn’t seem like there was anything wrong with him on the outside, but I wondered if he was uncomfortable somewhere.
Su Hee, who was looking at the medicine packet on the seat table, couldn’t hold back her curiosity and asked.
“Are you sick somewhere?”
Seung Jo, who was comfortably leaning back in his seat, raised only one corner of his mouth.
“Why? Are you worried?”
“Ha. Why should I worry about you, representative?”
Seung Jo, who had been quietly observing Su Hee, parted his lips.
“Why can’t you? Just like I worry about Miss Oh Su Hee, can’t Miss Oh Su Hee worry about me too?”
His usually thin eyes held a hint of sadness.
Perhaps because of the constant white noise, his head, his heart throbbed.
Seung Jo gave a delayed answer to Su Hee, who had lost her words.
“It’s sleeping pills.”
“Sleeping pills? Do you have insomnia?”
Seung Jo subtly nodded his head.
“I have claustrophobia. At first, it was hard even to breathe, but now it’s much better. Enough to be able to take a plane like this.”
Even if it was said to be better, it was barely to the point where he wouldn’t collapse like before.
So far, it had been hard to fly for a long time without sleeping pills.
Su Hee felt a sense of empathy for Seung Jo for the first time.
Su Hee, too, could not overcome her trauma and had become a body that could not live without medicine.
The medicine had run out a long time ago, but because she was still in the center of controversy, she couldn’t go to the hospital.
She didn’t know how long she could hold on without medicine.
Just looking at the words written on her cell phone made her feel sick.
“I hope you get completely better. Sincerely.”
She knew exactly how it felt to not be able to control her body against her will.
That’s why she hoped for Seung Jo to get better.
Because she couldn’t, she wished at least he could.
“Do you know why?”
“……”
“Your eyes have changed when you look at me.”
Perhaps due to the sleeping pills, Seung Jo’s eyes were more relaxed than before.
“How was I looking at you?”
Seung Jo gently tapped the corner of his eye with his index finger.
“Miss Oh Su Hee, your eyes were always shooting at me as if they were angry.”
Hmm, that seemed right.
She had always been on guard until she figured out who Seung Jo was.
The split cat’s eyes seemed to contribute as well.
Su Hee, who quickly admitted, lightly nodded her head.
“So how about now? How are my eyes looking at you now?”
His index finger, which had been on her eyes, went down.
“Now, they are eyes of sympathy.”
“Do you hate it? Being pitied.”
Suddenly, due to the rush of medication, Seung Jo turned his head and looked straight ahead.
Then, Seung Jo, who had closed his eyes, spoke.
“It’s not bad, the sympathy Miss Oh Su Hee gives.”
It didn’t end there, another comment followed.
“So rather than looking at me with hostile eyes, please pity me. It seems better that way.”
Her heart suddenly felt ticklish.
The Male lead Always Seduces Her with His Beauty (Matriarchy)
Xin Jiao Zhou is the leader of the world’s premier sect. She has just experienced betrayal from all sides, was poisoned in an assassination attempt, and faced death squad attacks while the poison was taking effect. After finally clearing out the scum from her sect, she was drugged again while trying to detoxify.
After waking up from a night of unconsciousness, she gained a “beautiful and kind-hearted” husband.
Xin Jiao Zhou: “???”
He fell ill.
She came to see him, bringing breakfast.
As she put down the breakfast and was about to leave, his hand slipped while holding the spoon. “Clank!”
She turned around upon hearing the noise.
He looked up at her, his eyebrows drooping: “My hand… has no strength.”
“Shall I… feed you?” she asked tentatively.
He opened his mouth cheerfully: “Ah—”
Thinking she was drowning, he jumped in without hesitation to save her, but nearly drowned himself. In the end, it was she who swam over to rescue him, giving him air underwater.
After emerging from the water, his ear tips turned red. He lightly brushed his cheek, tucking his sideburns behind his ear, revealing delicate, pink-tinged ear tips. He lowered his gaze, too embarrassed to look at her.
Xin Jiao Zhou: He’s truly beautiful, kind-hearted, and adorable.
A certain someone when disciplining subordinates behind the scenes: “If they don’t obey, just kill them.”
What’s that? She might already have someone she cares about in her heart? A certain someone: Find out who it is, kill them, and then there won’t be anyone.
What? She met a man by the riverside? What? That man even hurt her? A certain someone: Whichever hand hurt her, chop off his entire arm.
Love at first sight without realizing it, gradually falling in love, slowly getting closer…
Family and national grudges, schemes and desires, good and evil, crime and punishment, she and he face the future together, seeking justice with passion!
A naturally dark female lead who could accidentally destroy the world but is actually an honest person VS a weak, pitiful, and helpless but skilled fighter, beautiful white-cut black male lead
My heart is not of stone, how steadfast is your love? — Tao Yuanming “Imitating the Ancients (No. 3)”
— Reading Guide —
Cold female lead & dramatic black lotus with hidden yandere traits male lead
