Kim Dokja and his tired body walked into the cold, empty house step by step, he didn't care, he directly laid down on the bed and closed his eyes. His eyelids became heavy, he fell asleep. Dokja opened his eyes again, but that cold house suddenly became strangely warm-he knew this was a dream. He quickly stood up and ran into the kitchen, a familiar figure was cooking and waiting for him there.

"Yoo Joonghyuk..." Kim Dokja called softly with a smile full of tenderness and relief.