Nam Woojin blinked slowly, his movements deliberate. Gaeul clenched her fists tightly.
âIâI donât know if youâll believe me, but⦠Iâve seen the previous world. It was a little different from ours, but⦠we were there, and the end came. J fought desperately against it⦠but he failed. And then he turned back time. He used the clock.â
ââ¦â
âDuring the very last moment, the clock J was holding didnât break. Since he was the last one who had it⦠if we can find that clock⦠couldnât we turn back time too? Weâd get one more chance.â
Gaeulâs voice was trembling as she finished speaking, her breath coming in gasps. Nam Woojin exhaled deeply. It seemed as if even breathing was a challenge for him, but he made an effort to respond.
âIf thatâs possibleâ¦â
ââ¦â
âIt would be a miracle.â
ââ¦â
âAnd right now⦠we need a miracle. Butâ¦â
His white, burning eyes quietly took in the sight of Gaeul. Her clenched fists were trembling. Nam Woojin tilted his head slightly, his skeletal fingers twitching.
âYouâre hesitating.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Yoon Gaeul bit her lip, staying silent as Nam Woojin sighed, his breath ragged.
âOf course, you are. Turning back time means giving up on this world.â