The Story of That Night Is Not Yet Over

I sometimes look back and think. Lee Shin. What if I had made a different choice on the day I first met him? "Hello?" What if, instead of greeting him like that, I had pretended not to know him? If I had done that, wouldn&039;t Lee Seung-woo still be alive? No, to be more precise, could I have avoided being murdered by him? Even while harboring such doubts, I couldn&039;t bring myself to ask him. It wasn&039;t because I lacked courage. "Today is your ovulation day, noona. The kind of day you like it rough." I liked having sex with him. I loved the coercive, explosive sex so much that I tore down the walls of doubt with my own hands. Believing that there was no way he could have murdered my ex-boyfriend, I willingly laid beneath him. Lee Shin. Without knowing whether he—with a name meaning &039;god&039;—was truly a god or a devil.