Jun-ho had left for an emergency meeting before traveling. And Salin was awake in the middle of the night, alone in the penthouse.
He stared at the phone on the bedside table.
He didn't want to sleep. He didn't want to relive the nightmare.
Salin had already suffered grief, years ago. He had already wondered if it was his fault. He had already questioned his own name.
"Your name can also mean 'to save'. Or 'salt'. 'Healing'. I don't believe in fate, but I feel like I love the right person. The one who saves me every day."
That day, when Jun-ho said that, Salin felt like he was enough.
He wanted to be strong beside his husband. His past should stay in the past.
But it was hard to fight your own mind when the whole world seemed to want to dig up the dead.
Days passed, and the situation didn't change. Jun-ho's public statement had been distorted. Now they were saying: "He is blind. He was deceived by a manipulator."
A dry, humorless laugh escaped Salin's lips.
