My sore body immediately felt refreshed.

Kwon Taek-joo remained comfortable as if he had forgotten

that the opponent was Zegna. I even removed the blanket that
hung from my back. Kwon Taek-joo was completely
naked. The fact that he wasn't even wearing underwear made
his body tense up, but he didn't show it. There was no reason
to be embarrassed when he had already seen everything he
couldn't see.
Zegna also unconsciously rubbed the lower abdomen and
thighs of Kwon Taek-joo. Then, I thoroughly cleaned the
groin, genitals, and perineum. My testicles contracted at the
touch of the cold towel. Zegna, who would normally have
been sarcastic and would have said obscenities, remained
silent. He kept his mouth shut and was only immersed in what
he was doing. It was uncomfortable. For some reason, it
seemed like Kwon Taek-joo wasn't the type he knew.
Eventually, Zegna lifted Kwon Taek-joo's knees so that the
soles of his feet touched his chest. Kwon Taek-joo's legs
were bent into Kiyokja shape. I stretched my arms deeply to
clean even the hamstrings and buttocks.
"... Why do you keep trying to escape? I'm not trying to
kill you."
After a while, he opened his mouth. It was a tone that
implicitly seemed to reveal a concern he had been harboring
alone for a long time. Kwon Taek-joo didn't respond
immediately. He just looked at the guy's face. It was strange
for him to ask that question in the first place. He really
wanted to ask because he didn't know.
Soon, Zegna also found himself face to face with Kwon
Taek-joo. To the guy who silently awaited a response, he
responded with indifference.
"Because there's no reason to stay here."
His voice was calm, not frenzied. It wasn't voluntarily that I
came here in the first place. From that moment on, the island
was like a prison for Kwon Taek-joo. It wasn't just because
of Zegna that he tried to escape over and over again. He just
didn't feel like staying.
Maybe he didn't like the answer? Zegna stopped his hand
and silently looked at Kwon Taek-joo. He didn't wrinkle his
face in particular or show a dramatic change in his expression.
Still, I don't know why the face of the wounded boy I saw in
my dream overlaps with his. It seems like I've done
something really wrong. It was suffocating to see the eyes of
a guy who wouldn't leave for a second. Avoiding his gaze,
he himself lowered his leg.
A harsh silence descended when the conversation ended.
We didn't talk much about other times. Therefore, there was
no reason to be uncomfortable even now. But the longer the
silence, the more uncomfortable I felt.
After a while, Zenna stood up. I was involuntarily nervous,
but he didn't harm me. All he had to do was leave the towel
he was holding on the table. The guy who was about to leave
opened his mouth.
"Do it, then."
I woke up after sleeping for a long time.
Because of the continuous moaning, the inside of the mouth
and throat were dry. I don't know how long it's been. It
seemed like the night was getting deep again. I think I heard
the sound of the double bass in my dream, but when I opened
my eyes, my son-in-law was silent. Was that even a dream?
He got out of bed and left. I still had a strong pain in my
side, but it was tolerable. I went to the kitchen and got some
water for my dry throat. The Dadi-dan water quickly swirled
around his body. It seemed that even the somewhat dazed
head was clearly awake.
I took a moment to catch my breath and looked out the
window. The aimless gaze didn't recover immediately and
remained fixed on one spot. I thought a light was shining and
that Zegna was sitting outside the mansion. What are you
doing there at this hour of the night?
He took a sip of water and walked to the window. Then he
looked openly at Zegna. Surprisingly, the guy didn't do
anything. He just sat there without that common fire. Where
his head was directed, there was only a desolate snowy field.
Even the size of a guy who was so big that I felt intimidated
felt insignificant in front of Mother Nature. Will it be due to
the contrast effect? I couldn't help but step on the back of
the sitting guy. There's no way a monster can feel lonely,
but the gloomy back looked particularly lonely.
Who the hell sympathizes with whom? It was time to shake
my head and turn around. The guy suddenly looked back.
Their eyes met unavoidably. Does that kid have eyes in the
back of his head? My heart was pounding wildly from the
surprise.
Contrary to expectations, Zegna didn't take any action. He
just silently looked at Kwon Taek-joo, who was trembling.
Those eyes were so direct and naked that I didn't feel
embarrassed about anything. Why did I keep standing like
that, so I turned away?
Unexpectedly, the place Kwon Taek-joo was heading to
wasn't a bedroom, but a dressing room. On a different night
than that, what are you doing? You take off your coat and put
it on while grumbling. Macallan, which I found in the
kitchen, was carefully packed and taken out.
Zegna turned his head again at Moonga's presence. When
he finds Kwon Taek-joo, he makes a surprised face.
"Did you bring

me a gift?"
I didn't respond to the kid who looked at the bag with
interest. I just shrugged my shoulders and gave him the bag.
He took the bag and gave it a look over and over again. Then
he opened it, but the twinkling eyes quickly dimmed.
"... I can't drink it, so I don't need it."
The tone was clearly regretful. The sound seemed to be
disappointed because the child's face and voice overlapped.
"Then do whatever you want. I don't care."
Kwon Taek-joo turned around and went back to the
bedroom. The kid who saw him off seemed to want to say
something. In the end, I hesitated to say it and closed my
mouth again. After that, the night became deeper again.

Zegna sat down again and looked at the bottle of Macallan in his hands. He couldn't hide the
disappointment on his face. It seemed like he was hoping for something else, perhaps a different
kind of gift. He stared at the bottle for a moment longer before setting it aside with a sigh.

As the night wore on, the silence between them became palpable. Kwon Taek-joo returned to the
bedroom, leaving Zegna alone with his thoughts. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken
tension, each of them grappling with their own inner turmoil.

Eventually, Zegna got up from his seat and walked over to the window, gazing out into the
darkness. The snow-covered landscape stretched out before him, silent and serene. He felt a
strange sense of isolation, despite being surrounded by the vast expanse of nature.

In the quiet solitude of the night, Zegna found himself reflecting on his actions and the choices
he had made. He couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that gnawed at him from within.
Despite his outward appearance of strength and confidence, he was plagued by doubt and
uncertainty.

As the first light of dawn began to break on the horizon, Zegna finally turned away from the
window and headed back inside. The long night had left him exhausted, both physically and
emotionally. He knew that he had to find a way to reconcile his conflicting feelings and come to
terms with the truth of his own heart.

With a heavy heart, Zegna retreated to his room, hoping that sleep would bring him some
measure of peace. But deep down, he knew that the turmoil within him would not be easily
resolved. He had a long journey ahead of him, one that would test his resolve and challenge his
beliefs.

But as he lay down to rest, Zegna found a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. He knew that no
matter what trials lay ahead, he would face them with courage and determination. For deep
within his soul, he carried the strength of a warrior, ready to confront whatever obstacles stood
in his way.

And with that thought in mind, Zegna closed his eyes and surrendered to the embrace of sleep,
knowing that tomorrow would bring with it a new day and a fresh opportunity to begin anew.

The night passed slowly, the minutes ticking away like grains of sand in an hourglass. Zegna
drifted in and out of a restless sleep, his mind plagued by dreams of uncertainty and doubt. But
even in his subconscious state, a part of him remained vigilant, grappling with the weight of his
decisions.
As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Zegna awoke with a start, his heart
heavy with the burden of the night before. He knew that he couldn't continue to avoid the truth
any longer. It was time to face his inner demons head-on and confront the reality of his own
feelings.

With a newfound resolve, Zegna got out of bed and made his way to the window once again. The
world outside was bathed in the soft light of morning, a stark contrast to the darkness that had
enveloped his thoughts the night before. It was a new day, a chance for redemption and renewal.

Taking a deep breath, Zegna turned away from the window and headed downstairs, ready to
begin the next chapter of his life. Kwon Taek-joo was waiting for him in the kitchen, a hopeful
smile on his face. Despite the tension that still lingered between them, there was a glimmer of
understanding in his eyes.

Without a word, Zegna walked over to Kwon Taek-joo and took his hand in his own, a silent
gesture of reconciliation and acceptance. In that moment, all of the walls that had separated
them came crashing down, leaving behind nothing but the raw truth of their emotions.

With tears in his eyes, Zegna finally spoke, his voice filled with a mixture of regret and longing.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his words carrying the weight of a lifetime of pain and regret. "I was
afraid to admit it, but I love you. I always have, and I always will."

Kwon Taek-joo's eyes widened in surprise, his own tears glistening in the morning light. Without
hesitation, he pulled Zegna into his arms, holding him tight against his chest. "I love you too," he
whispered, his voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts.

And in that moment, as they stood together in the warmth of each other's embrace, Zegna knew
that he had finally found the courage to embrace his true self. For in the end, love was the
greatest gift of all, one that transcended the boundaries of fear and doubt.

As they stood there together, basking in the glow of their newfound love, Zegna felt a sense of
peace wash over him. The journey ahead would not be easy, but with Kwon Taek-joo by his side,
he knew that anything was possible.

And so, hand in hand, they stepped out into the world together, ready to face whatever
challenges lay ahead. For love was not just a feeling, but a force of nature, powerful enough to
conquer even the deepest of fears. And as long as they had each other, they knew that they
could weather any storm that came their way.
With that thought in mind, Zegna and Kwon Taek-joo walked off into the sunrise, their hearts full
of hope and promise. For in the end, love was all they needed to light the way forward,
illuminating the path to a future filled with endless possibilities.

The night passed slowly, the minutes ticking away like grains of sand in an hourglass. Zegna
drifted in and out of a restless sleep, his mind plagued by dreams of uncertainty and doubt. But
even in his subconscious state, a part of him remained vigilant, grappling with the weight of his
decisions.

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Zegna awoke with a start, his heart
heavy with the burden of the night before. He knew that he couldn't continue to avoid the truth
any longer. It was time to face his inner demons head-on and confront the reality of his own
feelings.

With a newfound resolve, Zegna got out of bed and made his way to the window once again. The
world outside was bathed in the soft light of morning, a stark contrast to the darkness that had
enveloped his thoughts the night before. It was a new day, a chance for redemption and renewal.

Taking a deep breath, Zegna turned away from the window and headed downstairs, ready to
begin the next chapter of his life. Kwon Taek-joo was waiting for him in the kitchen, a hopeful
smile on his face. Despite the tension that still lingered between them, there was a glimmer of
understanding in his eyes.

Without a word, Zegna walked over to Kwon Taek-joo and took his hand in his own, a silent
gesture of reconciliation and acceptance. In that moment, all of the walls that had separated
them came crashing down, leaving behind nothing but the raw truth of their emotions.

With tears in his eyes, Zegna finally spoke, his voice filled with a mixture of regret and longing.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his words carrying the weight of a lifetime of pain and regret. "I was
afraid to admit it, but I love you. I always have, and I always will."

Kwon Taek-joo's eyes widened in surprise, his own tears glistening in the morning light. Without
hesitation, he pulled Zegna into his arms, holding him tight against his chest. "I love you too," he
whispered, his voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts.

And in that moment, as they stood together in the warmth of each other's embrace, Zegna knew
that he had finally found the courage to embrace his true self. For in the end, love was the
greatest gift of all, one that transcended the boundaries of fear and doubt.

As they stood there together, basking in the glow of their newfound love, Zegna felt a sense of
peace wash over him. The journey ahead would not be easy, but with Kwon Taek-joo by his side,
he knew that anything was possible.

And so, hand in hand, they stepped out into the world together, ready to face whatever
challenges lay ahead. For love was not just a feeling, but a force of nature, powerful enough to
conquer even the deepest of fears. And as long as they had each other, they knew that they
could weather any storm that came their way.

With that thought in mind, Zegna and Kwon Taek-joo walked off into the sunrise, their hearts full
of hope and promise. For in the end, love was all they needed to light the way forward,
illuminating the path to a future filled with endless possibilities.

As Olga watched Kwon Taek-joo disappear into the distance, she couldn't help but feel a twinge
of regret. It was as if she had lost something precious right before her eyes. For the first time,
she saw a side of Zegna that she had never seen before. Even when they took 'Anastasia' away,
he didn't seem as upset. The turmoil in her heart from that moment still hadn't subsided.

"If only Kwon Taek-joo hadn't been carrying a bomb at that moment. Would the outcome have
been different if Zegna had dared to shoot him with a shotgun? I wouldn't know," Olga muttered
as she watched Kwon Taek-joo disappear into the distance.

"The weakness of Koshchei was not his hidden heart," she added, her words almost lost in the
roar of another passing plane.

"...It was love, Taek-joo."