To the young Do-joon, one day, his aunt said such words:

“Your mother left this world while giving birth to you. What’s the use of having twins as weak as you?”

His aunt often complained that it was pitiful for his older brother to raise two sons alone. Whenever his mother’s memorial day approached, his aunt would repeat the same words:

“Indeed, giving birth to one child was challenging enough.”

When Do-joon’s younger brother, Lee Joon, was born, everything seemed to be smooth. However, problems arose during Do-joon’s birth.

The baby, who seemed like he would come out soon, simply wouldn’t budge.

Because it was a small hospital, the doctor suggested moving to a larger hospital.

After various complications, Do-joon was safely delivered at the large hospital.

However, his mother’s bleeding didn’t stop, and she eventually lost consciousness.

A day after giving birth, Do-joon’s mother left this world.

“You’ve devoured your mother.”

On the same day, Park, the company president, had to report both his wife’s death and the birth of twins simultaneously. It was said that he resented the sky as he left the government office.

To Aunt, who particularly favored Lee Joon, Do-joon was an ugly duckling.

Later, when President Park, who learned of his younger brother’s offensive words, cut off the relationship.

“It’s not your fault that your mother died. So forget what your aunt said.”

Do-joon also knows.

In his maiden days, his mother, who had suffered a severe illness, had twins with his father’s devotion.

His mother risked her life to bring Lee Joon and Do-joon into the world.

Throughout his growth, Do-joon had an indescribable anxiety.

It was because Lee Joon resembled his mother and had a weak body.

“Park Lee Joon, don’t die.”

“I won’t die. Stop saying unlucky things.”

Do-joon believed that he was cursed.

Whenever he gave love, they departed to an unreachable place.

His mother was like that.

Although he couldn’t remember, Do-joon loved his mother from inside her womb.

So she left him…

Lee Joon was frail and plagued with illnesses.

He was so different from Do-joon, who remained healthy even after chewing on rocks.

Do-joon turned a blind eye to Lee Joon’s suffering.

He was afraid that acknowledging his brother’s pain would revive the curse.

Time passed, and Do-joon and Lee Joon safely crossed their twenties.

They enjoyed a peaceful daily life, planning to enlist together.

Then, one day, Lee Joon’s health suddenly deteriorated.

After returning from an outing with President Park, he confided in Do-joon with a calm tone:

“I have leukemia.”

Watching Lee Joon dying day by day was a torment that carved into Do-joon’s soul.

Then he met Hae-joo.

She was about to climb the rooftop railing, teetering on the edge, and threw a hot stone into Do-joon’s freezing heart.

It was only the thought of saving her.

He had to save her, and besides saving her, he knew nothing else.

Do-joon’s feelings toward Hae-joo were not expressed simply as the emotions between a man and a woman.
The emotions toward the remaining family and the pure love that Do-jun fell for at first sight were combined.

For the first time in his life, he saw the light.

One day, the light of Hae-joo, who suddenly penetrated his raw emotions, made Do-jun beautifully insane.

“Hae-joo, are you listening to me?”

Do-jun’s request for her not to cry anymore was a sincere confession to Hae-joo.

She sobbed at the promise to protect her, even if it meant dying.

I won’t cry anymore.

“Yeah, that’s all I need.”

During the call, Do-jun wiped away the bloodstain on his hand with a handkerchief.

Looking down at the weakened and collapsed Choi In-ho in front of him, Do-jun conveyed the news to Hae-joo.

“I caught Choi In-ho. The police will come soon.”

Is that really true? No, how…

“I promised, didn’t I? I’ll protect you.”

Hae-joo’s breath over the phone resembled the waves he saw in the early morning.

Even during the night, they firmly endured through hell.

Hae-joo said that she was overwhelmed by the love she received from him.

But Do-jun’s thoughts were different.

The warmth that began when he embraced her on the rooftop several years ago was the starting point for him to become the sun.

Do-jun, I miss you.

“I’ll be there soon. Just wait a bit.”

Hae-joo’s voice sometimes became his mother and sometimes Lee Joon.

But now, she was just Hae-joo.

A family to protect had appeared, and he had to take care of his unwell father.

It was right to let go of the painful past at this point.

“…Lee Joon, watch over me from above.”

Even Do-jun wasn’t without fear.

The blood buried in protecting Hae-joo sometimes turned into poison, and he often had nightmares.

Today was no exception. There was intermittent trembling caused by the excitement that wouldn’t subside from the fist that knocked down Choi In-ho.

Do-jun, who exhaled the cold wind, approached Choi In-ho, who had regained consciousness.

“Did you personally meet Chairman Yoo?”

“No, no.”

“What did Han Jin-tae say to you?”