Bodies pressed close.
Thump, thump.
The other’s pulse boomed.
The stale smell of sand hung in the air, but the moment he recognized it, Baek Dohyun’s distinct, fresh body scent rushed over.
“You knew right away.”
A familiar, gentle baritone.
In the fog, the stranger slid the cloth at his mouth aside.
Too straight-laced, to the point of feeling distant—yet whenever he faced Gyeon Jioh, that face turned meek without a fight.
It really was the regressor, Baek Dohyun.
First time she’d seen him in nearly half a month.
“You…”
“…Jio.”
In a husky voice he softly called Jio, staring as if to bore a hole through her.
Then he slowly wrapped the back of her outstretched hand. Nestling his cheek there, Baek Dohyun whispered,
“I missed you…”
“Truly.”
Jio swallowed the words she’d been about to say and looked at him for a while.
Damp…