The morning sun spilled warmth across Hana's room, but she couldn't shake the chill inside. She was free, yet strangely… lost.
Her reflection in the mirror showed a woman scarred but unbroken. "What now?" she whispered.
Mi-Ho entered quietly, carrying tea. "Now, you live," he said, as though reading her thoughts.
Hana looked at him, eyes stinging. "Do you really think I can just… move on?"
He set the cup down, then stepped closer, lowering his voice. "You don't move on, Hana. You move forward. And you don't have to do it alone."
Her heart thudded. The air between them shifted, heavy and electric. For the first time, she allowed herself to wonder—could love be the next chapter of her freedom?