Chapter 97: 43.2

He couldn’t throw it away. This old book, it didn’t seem like he was inclined to throw it away.

“It may sound ridiculous, but… this book is just like me.”

Those words clung to him.

He didn’t throw this book away because he felt like he was throwing Kim Yoo-hwa in the trash. So, he left it there, and it stayed in the same place for days like a stuffed animal. He could put it away somewhere he didn’t see it, but… He couldn’t do anything.

“When I read it, I think I know why I thought something, why I felt something, and why I did something.”

She said it was a book that made her understand herself. Woo-hyun reached out and picked up the book. Without thinking, he opened a random page.

… Because he wanted to understand.

Love is weaker than you think. What is strong is a person’s will to protect their love.

The ridiculous Kim Yoo-hwa, who liked him despite knowing that he was faking it.

There are times when you can’t help but fall in love. Like a set order, even though you know it hurts. A nonsensical love.

If he came to know and understand… He thought he could cut it off then.

No matter how strong a person is, they have a weak spot. The kind of spot that they can’t help but give in when it gets pricked. Like Samson’s hair. If they get pricked there, they either get scared and run away, or love breathlessly.

Looking only at the sentences Yoo-hwa traced, he quickly reached the last one.

Woo-hyun.

At the end was his name. Her handwriting was the same as she once cut him off and ran away. Woo-hyun stopped breathing as he seemed to hear Yoo-hwa’s voice.

She had a weak spot. Warmth. She was lonely because people ran away no matter how hard she tried. That’s why she loved the warmth he gave her. He struck her exactly in the place where she would give in if she got pricked, like the sentence in the book.

The reason why Kim Yoo-hwa’s feelings flowed out and reached Sin Woo-hyun was written there.

One day, the warmth you gave me will evaporate, but the memories of your stay will not disappear.

And Kim Yoo-hwa had a hunch that they would part ways.

I don’t know if you’ll read this or not, but I think that now, my weak spot is you. Inevitably, helplessly, even though I know it will hurt, like a set order.

… Even though she knew, she came to love him this much. Just like that, like an order.

Thank you. For becoming the person I could give this book to.

This book was Kim Yoo-hwa’s heart.

He realized that all those words that Kim Yoo-hwa couldn’t tell him verbally were there. She was telling him that having nothing but her heart, she had given it all to him.

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While knowing that he didn’t mean it.

Naturally, like a living being breathing naturally, and just as darkness falls when the night comes.

Woo-hyun tightened his grip on the book. Even so, he couldn’t use all his strength because he was afraid it would crumple. Unable to do anything, he softly turned over the page. Every time he turned over a page, it was filled with dry bloodstains.

Only then did Woo-hyun realize that he had not even taken off his bloodied gloves. He picked up the book as if he were possessed and read Kim Yoo-hwa’s mind.

Woo-hyun quickly took off his gloves and wiped the bloodstains with his hands. The more he did so, the more the bloodstains spread across the letters. Woo-hyun lowered his head as he looked at the book, which was no longer repairable.

He couldn’t bear to keep staring at it.

The blood-stained book that was enduring the loneliness that hit it right now… was like Kim Yoo-hwa.

Woo-hyun clenched his teeth. The expression that was covering his face like a mask slowly crumbled.

From an early age, his life was war. A father who had no ability to make money but knew how to spend it. A hard life that was driven by their livelihood. The evasive behaviors of his new stepmother. The attention that was drawn to his sister who was born later. Naturally becoming something like a bodyguard to protect his younger sister. From the adults in the inn room, from the drunk men on the street.

Being poor was a life without even a minimal barrier, vulnerable to everything. So he had to be strong. In order not to get swayed by anything, not to let his feelings falter, and not to let anyone belittle him easily.

Now that he thought he had gotten stronger from everything, he knew.

“Now that I think about it, I would have liked you no matter how I met you, not because of my situation.”

That he had such a crack that he couldn’t help but give in.

“Thank you. For becoming the person I could give this book to.”

In the face of pure sincerity with no calculations.

There are times when you can’t help but fall in love. Like a set order, even though you know it hurts. A nonsensical love.

Helplessly.

No matter how strong a person is, they have a weak spot. The kind of spot that they can’t help but give in when it gets pricked. Like Samson’s hair. If they get pricked there, they either get scared and run away, or love breathlessly.

He gave in…

Breathlessly.

He was only aware of that crack today, when they completely parted ways.

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