As Hong Haein steps into the familiar surroundings of her home, her expression remains stoic, betraying none of the turmoil brewing within. Casting her gaze upon Baek Hyun-woo, who stands before her with a paper clutched in his hand, she cuts off any impending conversation with a sharp declaration, "I just received news from the doctor. I have three months left to live."

The color drains from Hyun-woo's face as he quickly hides away the papers, his concern for Haein overshadowing any other thoughts. He approaches her, his expression filled with genuine worry as he tries to comprehend the gravity of her words.

"What about you?" Haein interjects sharply, her tone laced with a hint of detachment. "You seem like you wanted to talk about something. So, what is it?"

Hyun-woo's response is immediate, his words tumbling out in a rush of emotion, "I'm sorry... Today and tomorrow too, that's right. In the meantime, Haein, I'm sorry. There will be no such thing as that in the future. I will stop. I am going to do it. That's what happened. But you... I can't believe it's three months. That doesn't make any sense. Come on, I can't live without you. That's impossible. Later, it was amazing. I don't know what to say."

His eyes glisten with unshed tears as he draws closer, enveloping her in a tight embrace. Haein's eyes widen briefly at his unexpected display of emotion, her heart faltering for a moment before she regains her composure. "Nonetheless, no one will even mourn over my death, not even my family," she asserts, her tone betraying a hint of vulnerability. "But there's one person... you, of all people, want me to live."

A small, wistful smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she acknowledges the depth of Hyun-woo's care, even amidst the complexities of their relationship. As they stand in silence, their intertwined fates hanging in the balance, Haein finds solace in the unexpected warmth of his embrace.