Peninsula: I created the golden age of girl groups

It was late at night when the meeting ended.

Therefore, at this time, the roads from Seoul to Gyeonggi Province are not congested.

Jiang Yuhe drove at high speed and stopped in front of Suyan's apartment building in less than half an hour.

He pushed open the car door, not even bothering to lock it, and rushed upstairs, panting, and began pounding on So-yeon's front door.

"Soyeon! Soyeon! Open the door! It's me, Woo-hyuk!"

The room was deathly silent, save for his anxious shouts that echoed through the hallway.

"What's all the noise about in the middle of the night? Can't a person get some sleep?!"

The door next door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged woman wearing a coat poked her head out, scolding impatiently.

Jiang Yuhe turned around abruptly, disregarding formalities, and hurriedly asked, "Excuse me, Auntie! Where is this family? Do you know where they went?"

The woman glanced at Jiang Yuhe, and seeing his anxious expression, her own expression softened slightly. She sighed, "You're his relative, aren't you? Sigh..."

"It's pitiful... I heard that his mother's condition suddenly worsened a few days ago, and it seems no one has been home for a long time. They're probably all at the hospital now, right?"

Although he had a premonition, Jiang Yuhe still felt his heart sink when he heard the news.

Before he could grieve, he quickly thanked the woman, went downstairs again, and drove to the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital, he went straight to the floor where the old lady had been staying.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he heard faint, suppressed sobs coming from the end of the corridor.

They followed the sound.

Outside a hospital room, a group of people were gathered, each with an unyielding sorrow on their face.

At the edge of the crowd, So-yeon sat alone on a bench in the corner, leaning against the wall, her face pale.

Those eyes, which were always full of smiles, were now empty and lifeless, as if all their vitality had been completely drained away.

"Soyeon!"

Jiang Yuhe felt a pang of pain in his heart and quickly stepped forward, half-squatting down. "Suyan, it's me, Yuhe. Look at me, I'm here."

So-yeon's eyes remained blank.

But she had a subtle reaction after hearing his voice.

She began to turn her head blankly, her gaze gradually focusing until she saw the familiar face in front of her. Only then did the emotions she had been suppressing finally crumble.

Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears flowed like a burst dam.

"Yuhe... Waaah... Yuhe..."

Her lips trembled, and she choked out, "Grandma...Grandma..."

She repeated those words over and over, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Stop talking... So-yeon, stop talking... I know, I know everything..."

Looking at Su-yeon, who was on the verge of collapse, Jiang Yuhe felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

He could no longer care about anything else; he reached out and gently pulled her into his arms.

"Cry, cry if you want to... I'm here, I've always been here."

Su-yeon hugged him tightly, burying her face deep in Kang Woo-hyuk's chest, letting her tears flow freely and soak his chest.

The two embraced like that, and after an unknown amount of time, the sobbing in her arms gradually subsided.

She was truly exhausted.

Extreme grief and relentless care finally pushed her body to its limit.

Even in her dreams, her brows remained furrowed.

Occasionally, she would unconsciously murmur things like "Grandma...don't go..."

Jiang Yuhe simply let her lean on him until her breathing gradually calmed down, then he moved his body and slowly sat down beside her.

Everything, as expected, remains unchanged.

What made him feel even more powerless was...

Following the original trajectory, Soyeon will next face the blow of her uncle's death.

How strong must she be to bear the loss and pain that followed?

I just let my thoughts drift away.

Suddenly, Jiang Yuhe felt a figure appear in front of him.

Looking up, I saw Su-yeon's father.

In just a few days, this middle-aged man, who was originally quite energetic, seemed to have aged considerably in an instant, with a significant increase in the amount of white hair at his temples.

"Uncle Park," Kang Woo-hyuk greeted softly.

Park's father nodded, his gaze falling on So-yeon's face, full of pity. "Woo-hyuk, you're here... So-yeon... is she asleep?"

Jiang Yuhe glanced at Suyan and nodded. "Yeah. She just fell asleep."

"Thank you for your hard work... coming all this way so late."

Mr. Park sighed, "This child... hasn't slept for days, and won't listen to anyone's advice, just stubbornly holding on..."

"Now that the old lady is gone, her spirit... finally couldn't hold on any longer."

"She kept saying that you've been busy lately with something important, and she absolutely refused to let me tell you, afraid... afraid of bothering you, afraid of distracting you..."

Hearing this, Jiang Yuhe felt even more choked up.

She's always like this, always thinking of others, yet silently bearing all the pressure.

Even in her most vulnerable moments...

"originally……"

Mr. Park vigorously wiped his face. "Just a couple of days ago, the old lady seemed to be in better condition and her spirits were much higher... We thought... we thought she could pull through."

"Who knew that she would suddenly pass away this afternoon, and in the end, we couldn't save her. The old lady passed away suddenly without suffering too much, but it's so sad for Su-yeon, who has always been closest to her grandmother..."

He kept rambling on and on, as if talking to himself.

All Jiang Yuhe could do was nod in agreement and occasionally offer a soft word of comfort.

"Sigh, as people get older, they just become more talkative. Don't find it annoying..."

After what seemed like an eternity, Mr. Park realized he had said too much. He trembled as he took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then didn't light it.

"I'll handle everything else. Yuhe, I'll leave Suyan to you. She's tired, so take her to the cot over there to rest for a while."

"I'll handle everything else. Yuhe, go keep Suyan company. She's tired. Let her lie down on that empty cot over there for a while; she'll be more comfortable then."

"it is good."

Jiang Yuhe nodded, carefully helped Su Yan lie down, and then found a blanket to cover her.

He himself sat quietly to the side, keeping watch.

Soyeon did not sleep well.

Even in his dreams, his brow remained furrowed.

Her eyelashes trembled from time to time, and tears uncontrollably slid down the corners of her eyes.

Looking at Su-yeon's fragile face, Jiang Yuhe's heart ached even more, and he felt even more powerless.

At this moment, it seems that he can do nothing but stay by Su-yeon's side.

"Woo Hyuk...Woo Hyuk!"

Suddenly, Su-yeon let out a soft cry in her sleep.

"I'm here! Soyeon, I'm here!"

Jiang Yuhe quickly leaned down, whispered in her ear, and held her hand tightly.

Perhaps it was hearing his voice, or feeling the warmth from his palm, that made Su-yeon's tense body slowly relax, and her breathing gradually became long and even.

Jiang Yuhe let her hold his hand, sitting motionless on the edge of the bed, gazing at her sleeping face still streaked with tears.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly, a strong feeling of drowsiness overwhelmed me.

He was finally tired.

Unable to resist the intense drowsiness, I finally fell into a deep sleep.

But he held Su-yeon's hand and never let go.