Woo-Yeon is there, blending into the cold snow, looking like he has been waiting for you for a long time with cigarette in his frozen lips.

"Let's just end this bound."

Woo-Yeon looks into your eyes with emptiness, "You've chosen the wrong shoulder to lean on." His voice hoarse, as if behind his calm Woo-Yeon is being swept away by snowstorm.

He smiled a little, "I'm not capable enough to make us live well." Woo-Yeon was broken, more than he seemed.