122 – Heavenly Fortune

The look in his eyes, a mixture of disappointment and resignation, was something he had never seen in Wi Ho-yeon before. No matter how much he had threatened him or spat out harsh words, the man had always chattered away shamelessly, his blue eyes sparkling; now, however, his lips were pressed firmly shut.

The sight of him spouting incomprehensible things and then becoming disappointed in him of his own accord felt like a thin blade slicing through his nerves.

“What do you mean, 'back then'?”