“Jihu~ I’m he...re?”

Baek Haeju, who entered Paradise after finishing her cafe work, sniffled. The smell of ramen had saturated Seol Jihu’s restaurant.

“Ah?”

Looking around, Baek Haeju found the restaurant in total chaos—tables and chairs toppled over, shattered bowls and plates, and splattered soup and ramen noodles that had dried up on the floor.

Lying in the middle of all this mess was Seol Jihu, looking up at the ceiling blankly.

“J-Jihu?”

“Keuhehehehe….”

Baek Haeju couldn’t tell whether he was laughing or crying.

“Why….”

A pair of shaded eyes glanced at Baek Haeju.

“Are you here… to laugh at my ramen too…?”

Baek Haeju’s eyes widened.

‘Don’t tell me.’

She had never seen Seol Jihu in so much despair and anger. Even his big-sulk state wasn’t this bad.

“Jihu!”

Baek Haeju ran up in a hurry and embraced Seol Jihu.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I don’t know what happened, but it’s alright now….”

Seol Jihu’s expression loosened gradually.

“Don’t cry….”

Baek Haeju’s eyelids trembled as she repeatedly caressed Seol Jihu’s cheek.

“Keuk…!”

“Jihu, my Jihu….”

Inside the messy restaurant, only the crying voices of the duo rang out.

*

After returning from an expedition, Eun Yuri, Yi Seol-Ah, Chung Chohong, and Phi Sora immediately headed to Luxuria’s temple. It was because they heard from Kim Hannah that Seol Jihu was staying inside the intensive care unit like a cripple.

“Hey, Seol!”

Chung Chohong brushed off a group of Priests trying to stop her and threw the door open.

“What the hell happened!?”

Seol Jihu was lying in bed, not moving an inch like a dead fish. It seemed he hadn’t eaten for days as he looked like a skeleton.

“What…. Just who did this to you…!?”

Chohong couldn’t hide her shock after seeing his state.

Seol Jihu’s head flopped to the side. After looking at the speechless Chohong…

“Ah….”

Transparent tears streamed down his face.

“Cho….”

“Yeah, it’s me! Me! Can you recognize me?”

“Chohong….”

“That’s right! Why are you crying, dude!? Don’t cry!”

“Chohong…!”

In the end, he burst out crying. Unable to hold back his tears, Seol Jihu ran into Chohong’s embrace.

Chohong hugged Seol Jihu in the heat of the moment and patted his back. She was taken aback in the next moment, though, as Seol Jihu dug into her breasts like a drill.

“T-That’s right. A grown-up man shouldn’t be crying.”

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