Chapter 6 · free to read
Twenty-four years, folded into one square of faded paper. My whole life had a caption I'd never been allowed to read.
The room smelled of cold metal and old paper. It felt less like an office and more like a tomb someone had finally come to open.
I had spent my whole life being nobody's inconvenience. Now two of the most powerful men in Seoul were both afraid of the same sentence.
The floor did not open. Somehow that was worse. Everything I thought I felt for Do-yun had just been given a new, unforgivable shape.
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