"Are you sorry?"

Sangwoo said, stroking his hair. You were standing in front of a corpse... a corpse that you yourself were forced to kill.

"It was her or you, my love. You didn't make a wrong choice."

Sangwoo said, kissing your head and stroking your hair, observing the gun in your hand, which you used to kill that girl. He narrowed his eyes, seeing your reaction.