Yoon Seoyul and Han Kakta thought he had given up on his own as Cheon Areum sat still, his eyes lowered. Staring at the white blanket on his lap and the white gown on his body, but he was currently trying.
Every time he pushed to let his energy out, his core and chest tightened violently, making it impossible for him to make any progress. Cheon Areum stubbornly refused to let it end there. A faint crease formed between his brows after a few minutes of continuously trying to evoke his energy out when Yoon Seoyul dropped his head on Cheon Areum's lap again. Hugging his waist, he buried his face in the blanket that sat on Cheon Areum. Seeing that, he stopped trying to force his energy out. So what if he couldn't use his energy or body right now?
"Seoyul."
