Summary
Yeomra gently wiped Gung’s tears with his hands, frowning as the droplets fell onto his fingers. He couldn’t understand his own actions—why he felt such regret, or why each tear felt like a waste. A strange, stinging pain pierced his heart every time he looked at the child, a sensation he had never known before. Yet he couldn’t turn away. Yeoho, his secret guard, watched in sheer panic, fearing the world itself might be turned upside down by his master’s inexplicable behavior. He wondered if he should gouge out his own eyes to unsee what had just unfolded.