He turned his head to see a head of silver hair resting heavily against his shoulder. Wi Hajoon had quietly leaned his weight onto him without saying a word, as though he no longer had any reason to remain standing on his own. Bearing the unexpected weight without a single complaint, Rim Young steadied himself with one hand against the ground while lifting the other to gently pat the soft silver hair resting against his shoulder.
"Huff... Are you okay?"
Even after expelling a tremendous amount of polluted energy from his body while moving the ginormous bullet, it was strange. He still didn't seem to feel much better. A sudden hunch crept into Rim Young's mind.
