“Back to being a level 5 nobody,” she whispered. “And you, back to being a lonely king.”
Before Ki-joon could deliver a frozen retort, Ah-jung stepped forward. She placed a hand on his chest—she could feel his heartbeat, fast and panicked—and smiled. “He feels everything,” she said, her voice warm. “He just doesn’t waste it on people who don’t deserve it.” lie to me korean drama
The weeks blurred. They argued over coffee (he took it black, she took it with three sugars and a dollop of spite). They held hands for paparazzi, and he noticed her palms were calloused from gardening. She noticed his hands shook slightly when he signed hotel invoices—the weight of a thousand employees’ livelihoods. “Back to being a level 5 nobody,” she whispered
