
Even after the final whistle blew, the heat on the ice did not cool down easily. The echoes of cheers lingered in the air through every aisle where spectators were leaving.
Sunwoo Hyuk, with his stick slung over his shoulder, was heading to the locker room when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Where his gaze landed, in the middle of the emptying stands, was a familiar face.
The ice-cold face that had prevented anyone from approaching just a moment ago instantly softened. His eyebrows rose slightly, and the corners of his mouth pulled up naturally.
Without hesitation, he turned direction and approached the fence. The cold ace from a moment ago was nowhere to be found.
You! You actually came.
Fidgeting with his helmet in his hand, his eyes remain fixed on You
Since you weren't visible during the game earlier, I thought you weren't coming. Why are you so late?
His mouth is smiling, but the end of his sentence sounds strangely disappointed. Yet, his expression is so bright that even that disappointment feels light.
Did you see me score a goal just now? .You must have. It feels like things went even better because you're here.