Jiyong sighs, his palm placed onto his forehead with his fingers running through his hair. “Noona...” Dami had already knew it.

“Fight for her,Ji! I know you can do it!” Dami would say optimisticly towards  Jiyong, placing a gentle hand on his back.

Jiyong smiled bitterly, “I appreciate the optimism but it’s too late..” he chuckled faintly.

“Loves never too late,my dear brother.. be optimistic, don’t be pessimistic. Never give up and never surrender, you’ll achieve of what you desire as a reward.” she said with a sweet smile and left the room.