The Temperature Difference with Him (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
After a bout of commotion passed, Ji An, who had been tossing and turning trying to fall back asleep, finally sat upright.
“Yoon Ha Jun, you win.”
Ha Jun was right—even stacking every strict rule in the world against him wouldn’t budge him.
A person can’t live fused to their bed.
Ji An tilted her head sideways and looked up into the empty air, then grumbled as if Ha Jun were right there.
“I’ve worked hard too, you know. Not everyone lives like you. I’m better than you, who works day and night without rest. Right?”
Muttering to herself, Ji An unzipped her suitcase and rummaged around until she pulled out a hiking stick.
She felt ridiculous for having impulsively turned her sudden trip into reality—and even plotted a climb up Hallasan.
She laughed faintly, then vented her frustration again.
“Your logic that four hours of sleep is enough isn’t right. I tried it—people just can’t live like that.”
Lying flat on her stomach, she pressed her face against the floor and reached under the bed with the hiking stick toward her discarded phone.
“It’s because you’re so irritable—you’re sleep-deprived. People need proper sleep.”
Her eyes drooped as she powered on her phone and checked for missed calls.
Predictably, Ha Jun’s name wasn’t there.
Well, after a fight, he wasn’t the type to call first. He was probably waiting for her to show up with a smile.
Fine, you’re impressive. You could’ve called just once.
“What am I even expecting!”
Ji An entered the kitchen, tore open a cup meal, and placed it in the microwave.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling window, the yard cloaked in night was pitch-black—just like her lost, muddled mind.
The taste of a large corporation’s instant meal wasn’t unfamiliar, and eating alone was, as always, flavorless.
The moment she turned toward the living room, her spoon slipped from her hand—because of the cushion on the sofa.
“Oh! The cushion.”
Ji An’s pupils trembled violently as she covered her lips.
‘Even after seeing this, you really still don’t get it?’
Ha Jun’s words came back to her belatedly, spoken while holding out that very cushion.
“No… I get it now. I finally understand. Ugh! What do I do!”
If Ha Jun found out about what happened at the Riviera Hotel—
That had to be it!
Of course he’d be furious if he knew.
Ji An couldn’t close her agape mouth.
No matter how fiercely she tangled her hair, her mind remained dark and blank.
A sigh escaped between her lips as she glanced down at her phone.
Would saying sorry even fix it? Absolutely not.
“Alright, think. Just think.”
Pacing around the house while tapping her head, Ji An stared quietly at her phone screen.
If I move, my thoughts will move too.
She slipped into an ivory-colored curly coat and coiled her long hair tightly into a knit beanie.
7:13 a.m.
After checking sunrise time through a portal search, Ji An stepped outside.
The yard, blanketed by Jeju’s night, was silent.
The harsh winter dawn wind made her hair stand on end and chilled her cheeks.
As she walked toward the gate, tiny footprints appeared on the frost-covered stepping stones.
She got into the driver’s seat of her red compact car and entered the destination into the navigation.
Seongsan Ilchulbong—a crater named “Seongsan” because it resembles a fortress.
She shifted gears, turned the wheel right, and the red car pulled away from the gray wall.
Parasitism and mutualism. Independence, apology, and Yoon Ha Jun.
Ji An’s mind was more tangled than ever.
‘I wish my thoughts felt lighter.’
She walked among the crowd heading toward Seongsan Ilchulbong.
Though the path up Seongsan was paved with stairs, it was steep and physically demanding.
Amid the crowd gathered to watch sunrise, she quietly closed her eyes.
The cold, sharp wind brushed fiercely across her face.
Every moment she’d bravely endured alone had always been accompanied by loneliness.
This time, she wanted to live differently—at least not so alone.
“Wow.”
She opened her eyes at the murmurs of the crowd—sunrise had begun.
The black sea cradling dawn turned crimson, and the sun hovered at the edge of the horizon.
The reddened blue sea, the reddened blue sky—the crimson sun illuminating them all was breathtaking.
“It’s round.”
Finding her own words silly, she chuckled softly, stretched out an arm, and captured her face together with the sky in a photo.
In that moment, the word that filled her mind spilled out again.
“Parasite…”
She just wanted to live as naturally as morning follows sunrise.
She’d worked desperately to forget the self-loathing she felt watching her mother, who only loved her older sister.
She’d always done her best—because she never wanted others to dislike her.
That was also why she’d accepted small sacrifices as a given.
Yes, she’d done wrong—but she wasn’t a parasite.
Whether it was fortune or misfortune, she couldn’t say for sure—but this place was Jeju.
Though the trip had been impulsive, she’d been given a month, and she didn’t want to waste it.
Whether parasite, mutualist, or independent—she wanted to become a different Kim Ji An a month from now.
***
Dan Woo, awakened by movement in the early hours, tossed restlessly until he heard the car engine start.
For some reason, he just knew the woman wouldn’t look for another place to stay.
He tried to recall why—then drifted back to sleep.
Woken again by the smell of food, Dan Woo groggily scolded Tae Yoon.
“What the hell are you doing already, you idiot?”
Fully awake now, he placed a hand on his forehead and laughed in disbelief.
It hadn’t been Tae Yoon who woke him.
Apparently, the woman who’d left at dawn had returned.
Halfway down the stairs connecting to the first floor, Dan Woo sat on the landing overlooking the kitchen—and saw Ji An.
She was cooking this early.
Her hair was coiled into a neat, round bun, and she looked busy in front of the sink.
Feeling his gaze, Ji An instinctively turned toward the stairs.
The voice that greeted him first sounded warmly familiar, like they’d known each other for ages.
“Hello.”
Dan Woo folded his outstretched leg and nodded.
Scratching his forehead with his index finger, he stood and stepped into the kitchen, glancing at the pot on the induction stove.
Chopped napa cabbage and kabocha squash bubbled cheerfully with silvery hairtail fish.
He tilted his head slightly.
‘Hairtail soup?’
The electric rice cooker released steam with a hiss, spreading the nutty aroma of cooked rice through the air.
“Would you like to have breakfast together?”
Dan Woo turned to Ji An and chuckled—because of the spoon stuck in her round bun.
You’re truly unusual.
She blinked rapidly and added quickly,
“I made hairtail soup!”
Afraid he might refuse her invitation, her words tumbled out longer than intended.
“I watched sunrise at Seongsan Ilchulbong. On the way down, I stopped by the dawn market and saw hairtail—so I thought, why not make soup? Jeju’s famous for hairtail, right? Oh, Dan Woo! Did you know? Hallasan night hikes are only allowed on January 1—and only for those who applied.”
Dan Woo found her restless eyes and rambling speech irritating.
He scratched his forehead again—as if his nerves resided there.
Finally, he raised his palm and cut off her chatter.
“You had a good time, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Looked that way.”
Ji An’s sentence, about to stretch on, ended in a single syllable. She bit her lower lip, her voice suddenly deflated.
“I talk too much in the mornings, don’t I.”
At that moment, Dan Woo covered his mouth with a clenched fist and smirked—again noticing the spoon stuck in her hair.
Despite his cool expression, his eyes were clear when he smiled.
Good—he wasn’t angry.
Looking up at him, Ji An asked again—knowing better than anyone how unappetizing eating alone could be.
“Will you eat with me?”
Dan Woo glanced toward the annex and nodded.
“Alright. Let’s eat together.”
“Really? Thank you! I truly hate eating alone. I was secretly nervous you’d say no. Please sit—I’ll serve you soup first.”
This time, he listened silently without cutting her off.
Ji An’s eyes crinkled as she covered her lips—was she really that happy over something so small?
After taking a spoonful of hairtail soup, Dan Woo’s eyes widened.
Unlike the clear broth, a spicy kick bloomed on his tongue—and it was delicious.
Ji An, seated across from him, continued speaking.
“I brought seasonings from home, but since this isn’t my usual kitchen, it doesn’t have that deep flavor.”
“It’s tasty.”
“So I added just a little seasoning.”
“Oh!”
She topped a cabbage leaf with kabocha, added a piece of hairtail, and bit gently on her spoon.
She smiled silently, gripping her hands tightly and shivering with delight.
“It’s good.”
Watching her, Dan Woo smiled.
A long-forgotten morning shared with his mother stirred his heart tenderly.
In that memory, sunlight bathed the wooden floor, and his mother’s smiling face shone beside him.
He looked down at his soup bowl and asked,
“Not many people know how to make hairtail soup. Are you good at cooking?”
“I cook a little, but not well. I haven’t found what I’m truly good at yet.”
“Don’t you have something you like?”
“I like lots of things—but I’m not good at any of them.”
Dan Woo raised his eyebrows and nodded.
“What you like might become what you’re good at. Think about it.”
Standing up with his now-empty rice bowl, he added,
“I’ll wash the dishes—consider it payment for breakfast.”
His gaze drifted toward the stainless steel seasoning bottles on the counter—the ones she’d brought.
So those were the seasonings? Cute.
It was an oddly cheerful morning over something so trivial.
After finishing the dishes, he leaned against the sink and looked out at the yard.
Through the kitchen’s floor-to-ceiling window, Ji An sat deep in a deck chair.
“Doesn’t even know to be afraid of people.”
Unlike the dried-out winter grass, she was bright and full of energy—except for that overly cautious tone.
Ding.
Still staring at Ji An, Dan Woo turned on his phone—and only then looked down at the screen.
– [If you enjoyed breakfast, please leave now, sir.] [Wait thirty minutes.]
– [Why?]
He set down his phone and looked back at the yard. The sky, clear until yesterday, was now overcast.
Dan Woo’s eyes naturally settled on Ji An.
She rose from the deck chair, climbed onto the elevated deck, drew her knees to her chest, and quietly gazed down at the winter grass.
She tilted her head back, closed her eyes lazily, and breathed in the scent carried by the wind.
In Jeju, the wind always carried the sea.
Wearing chunky slippers, she stepped down onto the cold winter yard and walked slowly.
She smiled unconsciously at the sound the dried yellow grass made beneath her feet.
Dan Woo straightened from the sink and moved closer to the window.
“The gray wall looks different now that it’s got a person in it.”
Though his heart itched at the sight of her, he deliberately blamed Jeju.
“Must be because it’s Jeju.”
At the foot of the stairs leading to the second floor, Dan Woo looked back at the yard once more.
She walked slowly along the fence, her hands tucked into the pockets of her long white fur coat.
As he climbed the stairs, Dan Woo thought about Ji An’s steps along the fence.
He worried about her trusting people so easily—he didn’t want to send her away from the house.
It was a flimsy excuse, to be sure.
[Have the car ready.]– [Yes, sir. I’ll start the engine.]
“This ‘sir’ nonsense.”
Fully prepared to go out, Dan Woo came down to the first floor.
The yard was empty.
Adjusting the collar of his navy coat, he lightly nudged the neatly placed small sneakers with his foot.
The sky grew heavier, the wind sharper and colder—as if snow might fall any moment.
It was the day Jeju issued a heavy snow advisory.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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