Even If It’s Not Love - Chapter 64-2
From now on, Executive Director Kim was going to live as a slave on the islands with a messed-up body. Until he died, he was going to live a life where he couldn’t get treated even if he was hurt. A life where he wouldn’t seem to be alive even if he was.
The front of his clothes was damp, and his chest was fairly hot. When he looked down, he could see that blood had been coming out from the wound on his chest. It was a wound he didn’t even know was there. He didn’t even know he was hurt because his rage cut off the reason in his head. No, it seemed like he knew. He knew, but he didn’t care.
He raised his head again and looked forward. His weakened steps trudged along. The door divided into two as he approached it, and soon it divided into three. He shook his head violently, but everything looked warped as if he was in a heat haze. Eventually, it looked cloudy as if the room had been filled with fog.
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