Seo-jun leaned against the shelf. "You don't have to marry me. You just have to pull it out."
She was his bride because she refused to.
On the 365th day, she stood before him in the rain again. Same bus shelter. Same broken umbrella. Download - Guardian The Lonely and Great God -...
Then her gaze dropped to his chest. She went pale.
"Can you always see me?" he asked quietly. Seo-jun leaned against the shelf
"Is that... a sword?" she whispered.
Jin-ah lowered her book. For a long moment, she studied him—the exhaustion behind his handsome face, the way his hands trembled slightly at his sides, the weight of centuries pressing down like a second spine. On the 365th day, she stood before him in the rain again
Seo-jun looked down. He wasn't dripping. Mortals couldn't see him when he didn't wish to be seen. But her eyes—dark, tired, startlingly direct—were fixed right on his face.