She glanced down at his hand—his fingers were resting right on her shoulder.
She’d held this hand so many times before, running and escaping together. But now, in the dark, right on her shoulder, it felt unfamiliar.
That unfamiliarity, too, stirred a strange fluttering in her chest.
Like sinking into warm water—soft, sweet, almost ticklish.
She didn’t know what it was—but whatever it was, it felt good.
A good kind of anticipation.
Riding that gentle thrill, she slowly reached up and laid her hand over his.
And in that instant—
His hand tightened.
So tightly, it almost hurt.
But for some reason, she didn’t mind.
She squeezed back.
The moment she did, Sinyeong stopped breathing.
And then—
He shoved her.
Hard.
Like he was trying to fling her out of his orbit.
Caught off guard, Hwayeong stumbled forward and spun around in shock.
Sinyeong stood there, staring at her with a face bright red—so red it was burning through the dark.
Startled, eyes wide, she stared at him.
