“...!”
At the sight of a glimmer of hope, Seoyeop flinched.
Noticing his trembling hand, Jin Ye felt certain.
‘Yes, this man would truly give his life for me in the days to come.’
“You seem quite flustered, Marquis Jo.”
Seoyeop looked up at Jin Ye, his gaze filled with yearning.
A hopeless hope.
He knew it wasn’t genuine, that he would only be used by her.
And yet, he longed to grasp the flimsy lifeline that Jin Ye extended to him.
He had to.
Jin Ye likely understood this desire better than Seoyeop himself, which was why she offered a moment of leniency—a subtle reminder to bring him back to reality.
“You haven’t changed much since your younger days.”
‘Even now, you look at me with the innocent gaze of a boy...’
She murmured softly before finally turning away from Seoyeop.
With those last words lingering in the air, Seoyeop was struck by a painful realization.
He understood, with stark clarity, why he could never become her ‘man.’