So she made him a deal: one year. One year of showing her why life was worth living, and if she still disagreed, she'd pull the sword.
The rain fell in diagonal sheets over Seoul, but Yun Seo-jun stood dry beneath a bus shelter, invisible to the rushing crowd. His coat was immaculate, his expression blank. Inside his chest, the sword ached—a cold, familiar throb. 937 years of waiting.
"Excuse me."
And for a lonely, great god, that was finally enough.
Seo-jun leaned against the shelf. "You don't have to marry me. You just have to pull it out." Download - Guardian The Lonely and Great God -...
"I'm changing the ending." She reached out and, for the first time, touched the hilt. The sword flickered—not solid, not ghost, but something in between. "This isn't a curse anymore. It's just... a scar. And scars mean you survived."
"Is that... a sword?" she whispered.
"I'm not going to marry you," she said without looking up. "I don't even know you. And the sword thing? Nightmare fuel."
"Still tired?" she'd ask.
He turned. A young woman in round glasses held a broken umbrella over a stack of library books. Her name tag read: Intern Ha Jin-ah .