Your Sweet Breath (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Left alone in the wide corridor, she stood rooted to the spot for a while.
“Sleep well.”
Shan’s face—smiling gently at her mad remark that it didn’t matter if he wasn’t human—lingered like an afterimage in her mind.
Though he probably didn’t want to reveal anything,
“The truth always comes to light.”
At the very least, as long as Shan was entangled with her, it would inevitably surface.
Whether it was his true identity or the complicated web of interests between them.
Kang slowly turned away, withdrawing her gaze, and took a step.
The heels clicking against the marble floor echoed heavily, then gradually faded.
As the smart lock disengaged and the massive door swung open, a silence as vast as the house itself greeted her.
But today, even that didn’t feel particularly unpleasant.
Because the deep-seated fatigue that had stubbornly lingered had vanished, leaving her body feeling remarkably light.
“I barely slept for thirty minutes, yet I feel this refreshed.”
Kang, recalling the day’s events, massaged her shoulders, now noticeably softer.
Realizing anew just how crucial sleep quality was, she suddenly felt like enjoying a leisurely bath—an indulgence long overdue.
She filled the tub with warm water and poured in a generous amount of bath salts.
Rich foam filled the bathroom, spreading an intense rose fragrance through the air.
Her relaxed body felt as if it might melt away into the water like a cotton candy dissolving instantly.
Still savoring the languid comfort, Kang picked up her phone from the holder.
While casually browsing the internet with no particular thought, she suddenly remembered a book she’d seen at a bookstore not long ago.
“About Dreams You Never Knew”
Though the title was vividly etched in her memory, she’d never found any trace of the book anywhere.
Hoping against hope, Kang searched for the title once more.
And yet—
“Huh?”
A post she hadn’t seen before now appeared prominently, using the exact same title:
“About Dreams You Never Knew.”
Drawn in, she clicked on it.
It began plainly—so bland, in fact, it felt almost dull.
No customary greetings, no tiny emoticons or stickers—just words.
The neat, upright prose even felt a bit stiff.
Scrolling further down, she found photos that seemed to be direct snapshots from the book itself.
“What is a Nightmare Demon? It is a being that feeds on the fear and terror humans experience during nightmares. Born deep beneath the earth in the dawn of time, they have always coexisted alongside humanity.”
Kang read each character with intense focus, as if engraving every word into her eyes.
“Furthermore, the Celestials oversee human birth and death, all positive and negative emotions experienced throughout life, and every type of dream—auspicious, ominous, prophetic, or prenatal. They exist to enable humans to live as humans.”
In that sense, ominous dreams sent by Celestials and nightmares wrought by Nightmare Demons belong to entirely different realms. Though their dream textures may seem similar, the purposes of those who plant them are fundamentally distinct.
The book’s elaborate, abstract theories rapidly organized themselves in her mind.
In other words, there are beings who intervene in dreams, and they fall into two distinct categories.
The Nightmare Demon is the entity that makes humans suffer nightmares and feeds on the terror felt in those very moments.
The Celestials, on the other hand, also cause humans to dream—but merely oversee the diverse array of dreams humans experience, existing solely to help humanity live as humanity should.
At the end, a brief note accompanied by a small asterisk explained that “Celestials” refers to divine messengers entrusted with heavenly duties.
Something previously vague in her mind now clicked neatly into place like a completed puzzle.
She didn’t think any of this was absurd fiction.
After all, she’d already endured far too many inexplicable events—especially on that day, twenty years ago,
when she’d met that unmistakably clear voice at death’s very threshold.
“You’ll be tormented by horrific nightmares every night. Even so, do you still want to live?”
“Fine. I’ll grant you twenty years. Please, just endure until then—don’t die.”
The woman’s voice, heartbreakingly gentle, and the man’s low, slow tone, slightly chilling—
It hadn’t been a dream, nor an auditory hallucination.
Because just as the woman had said, she’d suffered nightmares nightly, and just as the man had promised, she’d clung to life tenaciously for twenty whole years.
And now, at the very end of that twenty-year span,
she’d miraculously met Han San.
So how could any of this possibly be mere coincidence?
Lost in thought for quite some time, her phone screen dimmed and went black.
When she turned it back on, instead of the browser window, the lock screen stared back at her.
She opened the internet again, half-hoping—but the post had vanished completely, as if it had never existed.
Just like the first time she’d tried to find the book.
After so many indescribable events happening one after another, she no longer felt even a flicker of surprise.
Kang set down her phone, cupped some bathwater in her palms, and splashed her face.
The cool water cleared her drowsy mind, yet the questions stirred by what she’d read still circled in her thoughts.
Han San.
It was his existence that puzzled her most.
The only difference from just a few hours ago was this:
“…Which side are you on?”
The question she’d wanted to ask about Shan’s identity had now grown slightly more specific.
After climbing out of the tub, she rinsed off with cool water and left the bathroom.
Having prepared thoroughly, Kang lay down on her bed, leaving only a small lamp lit.
As always, she felt afraid—but as always, she resolved to summon courage nonetheless.
Everything was unfolding naturally; all that remained now was to face the moment when everything would finally become clear.
“I wonder if you’ll show up tonight.”
Following her whisper, the kind voice that had once greeted her drifted farther away.
“Sleep well.”
And so, surrendering to the rising tide of sleep, she gently closed her eyes.
Darkness settled all around.
Her vision flickered, and a dense, oppressive weight enveloped her body, pulling Kang down into the deep sea of slumber.
Pop!
At last, from beyond the silent wall that had swallowed all light, an irritating, unpleasant noise scraped against her nerves.
…Squeeeak.
The faint grinding of wheels.
Immediately followed by someone’s scream.
“KYAAAHH!”
The familiar, chilling sensation of skidding across asphalt welcomed Kang once more.
The world flipped, shattered, and everything around her broke apart.
Though it was a memory from when she was seven, it remained vividly clear.
Yet unaware that this was a dream, she began once again to be swallowed by terror.
Fear surged like a tidal wave.
Despair rose to her throat, spilling out with her tears.
“Huh….”
Isn’t anyone there?
Please help me.
Please, just let me live.
Her adoptive parents, seated side by side in the front seats, sat motionless, drenched in blood.
Their stillness felt like the eerie calm before a storm.
She didn’t know what horrifying scene might follow next, yet she couldn’t even close her eyes.
Soon, the eyes of the two figures—lying unconscious and upside down—suddenly rolled toward her.
“AAAAHHH!”
She screamed in utter terror, but her body, tightly bound by the seatbelt, couldn’t budge an inch.
“This isn’t how it was supposed to go… Our plan wasn’t supposed to end like this…”
“You were the one who was supposed to die…”
Their voices scraped against her eardrums like nails on a chalkboard, sending chills down her spine.
Even with her eyes shut, she couldn’t escape seeing them drawing nearer.
“Get away! Disappear!”
She shouted, struggling against them.
And in that instant—
She felt her body being sucked inward, as if plummeting somewhere.
“AAAH!”
Kang finally jolted awake from the nightmare, gasping out a deathly scream.
She bolted upright, scanning her surroundings.
Everything remained exactly as it had been just before she’d fallen asleep.
Every nerve and cell in her body still screamed with undissipated terror.
Heavy breaths settled onto her sweat-soaked skin.
“Huh… Haa!”
Haa… Haaah…
Relief at having woken mingled with the release of her pent-up breath.
Yet her body still felt as heavy as if pinned down by invisible weights.
The humid air and the sticky dampness clinging to her skin felt distinctly different from usual.
Something was off.
She was certain she’d woken from the dream.
“…”
Goosebumps suddenly prickled across her skin.
The chilling thought struck her—she hadn’t fully awakened from the nightmare yet.
The very idea of her safest place becoming part of a nightmare was utterly horrifying.
And yet, it was swiftly becoming reality.
The nightmare wasn’t over.
Her body, now hyper-alert, tensed up again, rigid as stone.
She didn’t know when, where, or how the next wave of terror would strike.
Her ankle might suddenly be seized by rotting bones and dragged underground, chilling fingers could claw into her hair, the floor might collapse beneath her, or a rough hand might grab her throat and hurl her down.
“…No.”
Kang’s voice trembled fearfully.
“…Please, help me.”
Not knowing how long she’d still be able to speak, she pleaded desperately.
Although she’d never recognized him first within a dream before, her desperation instantly brought his presence to mind.
She pictured him—as he always appeared at moments like this, reaching out his hand to her.
Come here. I’ll save you.
Don’t just say it—please, actually do it.
“…Help me.”
Just appear already.
Show yourself.
Desperately calling out for Shan, she recalled the voice she always heard in her dreams.
Remembering their last meeting, she thought of what he’d said in the elevator:
“Call my name.
Because if you call, I have no choice but to come.”
Han San, Han San, Han San.
The name circled helplessly inside her mouth, desperate but unable to break free.
The nightmare, crouching in silence, resumed without warning.
Ku-gu-gu-gu!
With a quake-like rumble, a massive hole—like a black hole—ripped open in the ceiling. A huge, crimson eye pushed through the darkness, staring directly at her.
Kang screamed, clutching her face.
“AAAAHHH!”
And at that very moment—
“Han San!”
The name that had ruled over her nightmare scattered into the air.
With her cry, the large windows began shattering one after another.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Exploding glass burst outward, unleashing deafening cracks.
Crashhhhh!
Fragments flew in all directions, reducing the house to a war zone in an instant.
Covering her ears and burying her face in her knees, she screamed—but even her cries were swallowed by the overwhelming roar.
Then, suddenly—
“…!”
Everything stopped.
Glass shards and furniture frozen mid-air, motionless—as if time itself had halted.
She opened her eyes in the eerie stillness, her eyelids trembling faintly.
It was as though someone had pressed pause on a scene of wartime chaos—the whole room was now eerily preserved in place.
Still covering her ears, Kang stared with wide eyes at the only moving figure in this frozen space.
He approached slowly, bending his waist, casting a long shadow over the sofa.
His familiar smile and scent gently calmed her terror-stricken body—and at the same time, tears spilled silently from her eyes.
“…Why.”
With immense effort, Kang managed to utter a single word before pulling him tightly by the neck.
Her breath, long held captive, finally burst free.
Gasping intermittently, she whispered hoarsely,
“Why did you come only now?”
Shan, pulled gently toward her without resistance, wrapped his arms around Kang in silence.
Then, holding her fragile body close, he stroked her head with the tenderness of someone soothing a child.
Now that she had someone to lean on, had her heart grown unexpectedly weak?
“Why did you show up only now? Do you have any idea how desperately I wanted you?”
Tears flooded out like a broken dam.
A torrent of mixed emotions—resentment, sorrow, grief, and anger—all spilled out together in her tears.
Shan said nothing, simply accepting all her reproaches in quiet patience.
After she’d cried for a long while and finally calmed down, he slowly pulled back a little.
Their gazes met, and after a quiet moment of looking at her, Shan softly spoke her name.
“Kang-ah.”
His hand, wiping her damp eyes,
“Have you cried enough?”
pierced her heart—cold yet burning, sharp and tender all at once.
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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