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Curly and stiff hair, black eyes. Haeshin looked at Siwoo with those round, black eyes. The dark mist hanging behind Siwoo, Siwoo wouldn't last long before dying. ... But I can take that. If I have sexual intercourse with Siwoo, Siwoo's flesh will come to me. "Ha... Talk some sense. You're so disgusting I don't even want to touch you, I feel like throwing up just looking at you." He had to take Siwoo's flesh so he could atone for the sins he committed against Siwoo. "Love... You don't deserve love." "...Love... me. ...Love me, Siwoo." If I'm going to disappear anyway, I wanted to receive something called love before I disappeared. It didn't matter how insincere or insignificant it was...