The Seowon Guild still smelled of old books and disinfectant today. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant smell. Uijae was acutely aware of the hand resting on his shoulder as he walked. Lee Sa-young stayed glued to his side, as if worried he might collapse at any moment.

…

Of course, this was just as unwelcome. Every time he felt Sa-young’s presence so close, cold sweat would break out, and his body tensed involuntarily. Yet neither Uijae nor Sa-young said anything about it.

An hour ago, as soon as Uijae had taken the phone, Gaeul had shouted:@@novelbin@@

— I’m sorry, but please come to the Seowon Guild right away! It’s really urgent!

And just like that, the call had ended. Sa-young had looked visibly displeased but hadn’t stopped Uijae from agreeing to meet with her. What could he have done if Sa-young had refused? They needed to gather any information they could in this situation.

And besides…

There wasn’t much time left before Uijae’s death. He followed as Sa-young led him forward. The sound of a door unlocking reached his ears, followed by a rush of warmth and the faint scent of green tea. It must be a lounge.

"Ah, J! You’re here!"

Gaeul’s voice called out. Uijae checked to ensure his mask was in place before responding.

"Yes. You’re Gaeul, right?"

"That’s me! You’re the J I met briefly back then, right? Oh, but… your hand’s bandaged? Did you get hurt?"

Uijae rubbed his hand, feeling the rough texture of the bandages.

"Oh, this? Yeah, a little."

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