Thank heavens, Wheein does not have a weak heart, in literal way of speaking. Because if she does, she might be having a heart attack now. But she is a great actress only in times like this.

"What are you doing inside my apartment, Yongsun-ssi? You are trespassing my property. So before I call the police, show yourself out the same way you came here." After she finished her speech with her not-so-trembling-voice, Wheein made her way towards her bedroom only to be stopped entirely by the other person in the room.

"Wheein-ah." Yongsun says softly from behind her.

She hates it. And loves it at the same time. She remembers it all too well. Yongsun's voice saying her name like it is like the voice of an angel singing her to sleep. Or the voice of death dragging her to hell. Just when she thought Yongsun has moved on, from all the hurt she put her through, all the pain she threw at her, Yongsun did not. She knows. Because that voice, that way of speaking, the way she breathes heavily after saying her name. As if it is her heart that speaks and not . Her beautiful mouth. Wheein knows. Because that's how Yongsun calls her when the morning light eats away every piece of darkness in the room when she wakes up next to her on their used to be bed on their used to be bedroom at their used to be shared apartment. Used to be. Used to. That was it. All of it should be in the past tense. Yongsun was not supposed to call her that way. Yongsun