mirrors in the room, washing dishes with a basin of soapy water. The bathroom door creaked open, and a figure walked in. He was leaning against the doorframe, head tilted back, eyes closed. He smelled strongly of alcohol, beer mixed with the faint, cloying scent of cologne.

林薇停了手上的动作，皱着眉走出来。顾衍之，她名义上的丈夫，此刻正 sprawled across the doorframe, looking utterly disheveled. His hair was messy, his eyes heavy-lidded, and a faint, miserable smile played on his lips. He looked like a drowned rat who'd just surfaced for air.

"Hyun-joon," she said, her voice steady despite the wave of irritation that washed over her. She walked closer, dipping into the water to splash some on her face, the cool liquid bringing her senses back. "You're drunk."

He mumbled something unintelligible, his fingers twitching as if reaching out for something. His gaze, though hazy, locked onto hers, and an unspoken plea flickered in his eyes. That was the first time she'd seen him like this, vulnerable and exposed, stripped of the usual arrogance.