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57. Burnt Shadows and Silent Promises

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last update آخر تحديث: 2025-08-02 12:12:52

The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air like an unwanted ghost. Fluorescent lights hummed quietly above, casting a dull glow over the clinic’s narrow walls, but Soo-ah couldn’t feel any of it—his eyes were locked on the unconscious form resting on the infirmary bed.

Sang-woo was still.

The white bandages wrapped around his torso had turned pink at the edges. Though the bleeding had slowed, each shallow rise and fall of his chest was a silent reminder of how close they'd come to losing him.

Soo-ah sat quietly in the chair beside the bed, his body stiff, hands clenched tightly in his lap. His own bruises and minor wounds had already been treated, but he hadn’t left Sang-woo’s side since they returned from the ruined laboratory.

No one had spoken to him about what happened. No one dared. Even Naelle had paused at the door earlier, hesitating, before turning away with a brief nod, as if giving him space to breathe—or drown—in the silence.

“Sang-woo…” Soo-ah’s voice trembled.

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