Drawn to it as if possessed, he stepped up to the cabinet and opened the top drawer.
There it was, nestled carefully inside, as if it were something sacred—and as soon as he laid eyes on it, his heart pounded violently in his chest.
“Ah....”
The thudding was so loud, it felt like his heart might leap out of his chest.
Grimacing, Sinyeong pressed a hand over it.
‘Is this how I die?’
The thought crossed his mind—not entirely in jest. That’s how painful and erratic the heartbeat was.
And in that moment, his suspicion solidified into certainty.
It was the letter. The whole mess had started because of that letter.
He took a cautious step back, wondering if she’d put some weird potion on it.
But then he remembered how she had casually pulled it out from her sleeve before handing it to him.
If she had put something on it, wouldn’t she have shown symptoms too?
Yet she had seemed perfectly fine. No redness, no fever, no racing pulse.
