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"Sunah looked at him through eyelashes wet with a rain she hadn't bothered to run from. 'You're going to regret this,' she whispered, her voice cracking like dry parchment. 'I'm just a detour, Sunghoon. I'm a waste of your career.'
Sunghoon didn't move the umbrella. He just watched a single drop of water track down her temple. To him, the gold medal in his locker felt like lead, and the hours he'd spent training felt like a rehearsal for a play he no longer wanted to star in. If she was a detour, he wanted to be lost for the rest of his life."