The man looked as wonderful as ever, even more enchanting now that he'd grown in his cultivation. His brown hair and chestnut eyes regarded him with cold indifference, though he welcomed him to his quarters without hesitation. Before he could ask why he was here, Ha-joon told him what happened.
His visit to the north, seeing the Demon King and Han Seo-yoon. He saw the way Eun-woo's body flinched at hearing his name. His heart soured. It didn't seem like the young man would ever forget about him. Not even time could fade his feelings. On one hand, Ha-joon admired, even respected Eun-woo's devotion. But on the other hand, it made him miserable.
He wondered if there would ever be a day when he could lay claim to his heart. He sighed, surprised by how ugly and petty he could be. "I think it would be better for you to give up," he said in a low voice.
Eun-woo, who was pouring himself a cup of tea, looked at him with questioning eyes. "Give up on what exactly?"
