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Woo Sun-woo closed his lips for a moment, still holding the glass.

A silence flowed for as long as it took the alcohol to travel down his throat, or perhaps longer. The lighting inside the bar was still soft, but Haon felt his insides hardening rigidly.

Woo Sun-woo finally raised his head. He didn't avoid eye contact. However, his gaze wasn't piercing straight through; it was slightly askew.