It felt as if a large hand had covered them, urging them not to be swept away.

“If you want to cry, cry as much as you want. Let it all out here.”

He made another person cry like this.

What did it matter if the tears never stopped?

It was recklessly daring.

“When the sunlight comes later, we’ll go back.”

Even the hem of his clothes had become damp.

Do-jun raised Hae-joo’s coat collar and opened his arms wide, embracing her.

“Give me the chance to love you more. Please.”

Hae-joo, with tightly closed eyes, felt warmth spreading in her tear-streaked eyes.

Only then did the suppressed tears burst out.

The blue light surrounding the two turned into dust and slowly dissipated.

While walking, holding hands with Do-jun, Hae-joo leaned on him when it got tough.

As her strength drained, she stopped walking.

“I want to go home now. I’m sleepy.”

“…Sure.”

The time was heading towards 8 in the morning.

Looking at the gathered clouds, it seemed like it would rain soon.

After Do-jun washed Hae-joo’s feet in the seawater, he put on her shoes.

He walked barefoot, shaking off the sand haphazardly.

“Rest your eyes while we drive without thinking about anything.”

After loading Hae-joo into the car first, Do-jun took out two phones.

First, he sent the message Choi In-ho had sent to Hae-joo’s phone to Director Song and Jin-han.

Then he called Director Song.

I’ve already confirmed the message you sent.

“Things have become urgent.”

If we’re lucky, we might be able to find out where Choi In-ho is.

“We need to resolve it today, so hurry.”

With the cuffs of his pants wet and damp, he sat in the driver’s seat.

By now, Hae-joo had fallen asleep.

As he slowly turned the car around, raindrops fell as if they had been waiting.

It had been a long time since Do-jun had seen the sea, so his mood felt strange.

“Phew!”

After exhaling a blocked breath, he headed towards Seoul.

When passing over the West Sea Bridge, the rain that had been falling stopped as Seoul approached.

In the distance, as they neared home, the clouds cleared, and the sun shone.

“Hae-joo, wake up. We’re home.”

Hae-joo couldn’t wake up.

Feeling anxious, he called Hyun-seong.

Yes, Mr. President!

“I’m at our house today. Hae-joo isn’t in good condition.”

What happened?

“Choi In-ho threatened us. We’re going to resolve it today, so stay with Hae-joo.”
Having embraced Hae-joo and laid her on the bed, Do-jun finished preparing to go out. Today, he came out in casual attire instead of a suit. When making various requests to the housemaid, Hyun-seong arrived in a flurry.

“Make sure Hae-joo doesn’t feel uneasy. If anything happens, contact me.”

“Mr. President!”

Just as he was about to leave, Hyun-seong called out. He looked at him absentmindedly, a face that seemed like it could cry at any moment.

“Why?”

“I’m sorry. Because of me…”

“Have some food, damn it.”

In Do-jun’s hand, Hae-joo’s phone was also tightly held. As he tried to get into the car, a call came from Director Song.

“Yes, Director Song.”

We’ve found where Choi In-ho is!

No special preparations were needed for the hunt. This time, it wasn’t a hunt but an execution. Attaching a reason to kill Choi In-ho itself was a luxury. So, they decided to just kill him.