Whose Woman Would I Be?

“For what, exactly?”

Though she knew, she twisted the knife a little deeper, her cruelty calculated to wound.

Once again, Seoyeop was forced to confront his inadequacy before her.

In her presence, he felt stripped bare, left utterly insignificant.

Thus, Seoyeop always found solace in being her vassal rather than her man, since in that role his feelings did not matter.

“For daring to behold, and to hold in my heart, one I should never covet. I am fully aware of my sin.”

His tone was nearly abject.

If only he could beg for her love, but Jin Ye left absolutely no room for that.

“This feeling, I shall conceal more deeply...”

As Seoyeop’s words faded, Jin Ye inquired,

“Are you asking me not to discard you?”

Seeing Seoyeop at a loss for words, Jin Ye let out a laugh.

His face contorted with anguish and humiliation.

She looked upon the man clinging desperately to the frayed rope of a hopeless love.