Muyeol suddenly found himself unable to respond. He’d never thought about it before.
“If you haven’t thought about it yet, you should start now. I’ll enjoy living in this world by flying around, so you better think fast and not waste your time.”
“What do you mean?”
“I want to be Cha Muyeol’s woman, not the wife of S group’s CEO.”
At that moment, Muyeol heard something inside him disconnect.
* * *
A picture was worth a thousand words. All the information Yiyoung had gathered on Singapore disappeared from her mind, getting replaced with all that she had witnessed, heard, and experienced in the place. Another page of her life was now filled with a new experience.
Yiyoung watched the famous Singaporean sunset at a pool. She’d almost suffered from a heat stroke after walking around in the heat. The tour guide had said that after many gloomy days, a beautiful day had arrived, but it was too hot for Yiyoung.
Yiyoung looked at a building, enjoying the cool water softly touching her skin. There were several buildings tucked away among the flashy neon signs and lights of the city. It was totally different from what she’d imagined, and it was a great way for her to add new information to her imagination.
Yiyoung came to realize that it was a great blessing for people to be able to freely imagine. Her eyes enjoyed admiring the beautiful sight in front of her, especially the apartment located a far distance away. The apartment building looked like it was made of several blocks stacked in a zig-zag pattern. The place she was currently staying at, Marina Bay, was even better. The building was made to look like it was carrying a ship on top of it, and knowing that a Korean company constructed it—an impressive feat—made it look even more beautiful. Of course, the design was important, too, but the construction was important in that it allowed the design to come to life.
Yiyoung rested her face on her arm. The only thing she disliked about the trip was the fact that Muyeol was constantly working. After their conversation at the lounge, the two didn’t have a proper talk again; they only exchanged necessary greetings.
“Have a good time at work,” she would say.
“Don’t play too hard,” he would reply.
“I wish your perspective changes like mine,” Yiyoung muttered in complaint.
After interacting with Mr. Cha, Yiyoung was able to know how Muyeol felt inside. Muyeol probably only had doubts and hatred left in his life. But he never expressed his true feelings—which surprised Yiyoung—which was why so many people referred to him as the most arrogant person.
But, Yiyoung wondered, if he hadn’t hidden his feelings, would Muyeol have been able to survive? All of a sudden, she found herself almost sympathizing with Jaeho’s drug addiction.
“I wonder what I can do to help…”
Yiyoung would go back to working at the ER toward the end of next year. She wouldn’t apply to other places because she didn’t plan on separating from Muyeol. And once she returned, her life would go back to how it was before.
She would probably stop going to the culture center, and it would be impossible to tag along on Muyeol’s business trips, too. But more importantly, her schedule would be different than Muyeol’s, and they probably wouldn’t even have enough time to see each other.
Yiyoung wondered how Muyeol would feel, what he would do then. He already thought that Yiyoung’s love for him was a result of her disorder, and her sympathy for him. If she continued to let him be like this, Muyeol would stuff his head with all sorts of wrong thoughts.
Muyeol had never properly received love from anyone. And he never asked anything of Yiyoung. He helped Yiyoung choose a different life, he only provided, and he was satisfied with just that.