Back To Dan Yuseong's POV
Phew, I forgot about that.
I'd even overlooked my own fabricated backstory. The one where I drowned my sorrows in liquor to escape the agony of betrayal by a woman I'd trusted. Her unexpected apology had caught me off guard, but I recovered quickly, tossing out a hasty reassurance to smooth things over.
'Did I mess up saying the wound's healed?'
My intent had been pure—to ease her discomfort and keep the fragile peace between us. After all, alienating her now would make the rest of this journey unbearable. But it carried risks. If the "scar" was truly mended, what justified my endless tavern crawls?
'Oh, I'll just say it's a habit now.'
I wasn't certain if this world acknowledged something like alcoholism as a concept, but claiming an unbreakable dependency on booze seemed foolproof. Who would challenge a man's word on his vices?
Swish.
