WOOJU felt a pang in his chest when Kim Miran, Gyubin's grandmother, lay down next to her unconscious granddaughter.
Even without an explanation, he already knew what was happening.
He could tell by how Kim Miran's life force was slowly fading away.
"Grandma, are you sleepy?" Han Woobin, who was in Wooju's arms, asked innocently. "Are you going to sleep next to Eomma?"
Ah.
Wooju slightly regretted the fact that he brought his son into that room.
But what could he do?
Han Woobin insisted on coming there.
And Grandma Kim also wanted to see his great-grandson.
"Woobin-ah, do you also want to sleep with us?" Kim Miran asked with a smile on her face. "Let's heal your mother's arm together."
Hmm?
"Can I do that, Grandma?" Han Woobin asked excitedly. "Can I help you heal Eomma's arm?"
"Of course, dear," Kim Miran said, opening her arms. "Come here."
Han Woobin hesitated, and then he turned to Wooju shyly as if he were asking for his permission. "Appa, can I…?"
