With Kwak Hanmuk standing in front of me, his body completely blocked my view.
I discreetly stepped to one side and tried to understand the situation.
Neither Ham Jiwol nor the Pasung directors reacted to Kwak Hanmuk’s rude remark.
They merely stared at me as though dazed.
I could not begin to guess what was happening.
Judging by the fact that I had been inside a glass cylinder, my condition must not have been good.
I did remain unconscious for a long time whenever I emerged after closing a Trial….
‘Wasn’t it seventy-two hours this time?’
If anything, I had woken sooner than usual.
While I tried to reason it out alone, I heard an ominous murmur.
“He came back to life….”
Blood suddenly poured from Ham Jiwol’s nose.
Looking again, I saw that burst capillaries had turned the whites of her eyes scarlet, while the skin beneath them was pitch-black.
Looking as though she had stayed awake for days and nights, she shouted while blood streamed down her face.
“He really came back…. Mr. Goyo is alive…!”
Pardon?
I wanted to ask what she meant, but her intensity was so alarming that I could not open my mouth.
The fervor in Ham Jiwol’s gaze went beyond mere enthusiasm.
It was embarrassing to put it this way, but she looked as though she had fallen in love.
There was simply no other way to describe her eyes.