Regressor Instruction Manual

Untitled Part 65

Looking at Jung Hayan that clings to me in the black world, I felt guilty, but I was the one who's with her anyway, so I could face it with confidence. Of course, I couldn't stop turning red.

When I thought that the current me also maintained a deep relationship with Jung Hayan, the guilt disappeared quickly.

In the meantime, it stood out that every single action of Jung Hayan was very passive. Compared to her now...

'It just looks like a different person.'

I even thought that she might be a person with a similar face, but what I was seeing now was definitely Jung Hayan.

She was still crying, and she was also trying to look good to me.

'Yes. Oppa is right! I-it seems it was destiny that I met Oppa. Destiny. It must be destiny.'

Or something.

'I-I-I was wrong. Really hic... I'm sorry.'

These behaviors were not that different from now.

I was not sure as to how I met Jung Hayan. Judging from the fact that Park Deokgu was not next to me, I met Jung Hayan after Park Deokgu had died.

I was more interested in this because there had been no more information about this.

It was because I couldn't even imagine that Jung Hayan and I would have had a contact in the first round. Considering if the reason as to why I was suffering from Jung Hayan was to pay for my previous life's sins, I had no choice but to look at it as carefully.

This was because I was wondering what the trashy guy would do to Jung Hayan. However, this looked like the exact opposite.

I could guarantee that it was showing something that could be called the epitome of an ideal boyfriend.

Jung Hayan always looked bright, and I, as well.

The only thing that I was a little curious about was that there was no one else but her and me.

I couldn't tell where we were meeting. It was a magic lab, and inside a large room. Others were nowhere to be seen.

I even thought about whether Jung Hayan was imprisoning me, but it was different than that.

Jung Hayan of the first round seemed unable to think like the Jung Hayan of the second round.

'What the hell is it?'

I was curious, but the curiosity quickly disappeared. Rather than finding an answer, I got speechless at a very shocking sight.

After passing quickly one more time, the next scene was a spectacle.

Jung Hayan was being abused. She was being abused both mentally and physically. Even so, I could see that she couldn't let go of her bond with me.

As she was now, she was obsessed and accepted everything that was done to her in case she might be hated.

'I love you. I love you. So please don't say that.'

Nevertheless, it didn't make sense for her to hug me.

Even now, the affection of Jung Hayan could only be seen as unconditional.

'Hehe. I love you.'

He was laughing.

'I like you very much.'

He held her in his arms like a fool.

The black garbage was smirking. I could understand what he was thinking.