The confrontation moves to the library awning. Rain pours down like a curtain behind them.

Hyun-woo finally says the truth plainly under the awning light.

Ji-an's anger becomes physical but small: flowers against a chest, stems snapping.

Ji-an names the wound without softening it. The rain behind her glows like static.

Hyun-woo admits the old failure: family debt, fear, and choosing silence. Ji-an does not let explanation become absolution.

A puddle between them reflects both faces without letting them touch.

Hyun-woo says the ten years plainly, without asking them to become payment.

Ji-an stands straight, making the question cruel enough to deserve an answer.

Hyun-woo does not claim fate. He asks for a chance to behave differently while holding evidence of his clumsy timing.

Ji-an does not take the bouquet. She plucks one broken flower from it, setting the terms herself.

The rain thins. Ji-an walks back toward the dorm with one broken flower; Hyun-woo remains under the awning holding the rest.