Daoist Yin-Yang Manual (32)

Morning sunlight softly illuminated the martial yard. The clear chirping of birds filled the silence between us.

Jin Myeong-woo still looked wary, but there was no hostility in his posture. Rather, his expression was a complicated mixture of conflicting emotions.

"First, I owe you an apology."

I broke the silence and spoke. Jin Myeong-woo's eyes wavered in surprise. Truthfully, given my personality, I didn't want to apologize to someone like him. But if I wanted to lay the groundwork for fucking the Sword Queen, I had to put up with a little performance like this.

"H-Hyung-nim…?"

"What happened with Seol-hee was wrong, even by my own reckoning. So, I apologize.“

I lowered my head slightly as I spoke. Jin Myeong-woo's expression filled with bewilderment and confusion. Faced with this unexpected situation, he didn't know what to do.

"Why… are you suddenly saying this?“

His voice trembled. His eyes still held suspicion.

"Your father passed away, and the family has all but fallen. In the end, I realized that family is the only thing we can rely on. Even if we have different mothers, aren't we still sons of the Jin family?"...