Vichy leaned on his chest.
She heard his heartbeat, strong and firm, very good.
And her heart seemed to have a resonance, the same rhythm as his.
She exhaled a sigh of relief and said slowly, "When we first met, you said this." He even said more gentle, sweeter than this.
But then?
Because of these illusions, she almost died.
"Can I believe you?" She looked up.
Gim’s face was plated with a golden glow of the setting sun. He looked milder, and his voice was even lower. "Can you give me a chance, huh?"
Vichy’s heart trembled, a chance?
She hesitated.
He stretched out and pulled her, the sunset pulled their shadow longer, and as the villa's door slowly closed, she was pushed on the wall. Gim Hall's kiss was a
