"But you have all the right to be sad if you feel sad with their death whether they are a good or bad parents," Jung Hwa said, taking a step back he took off his clothes and draped it over Seoyeon. "Let's go back to your room, you will catch cold standing here any longer. Night's wind has never been good for health."
Seoyeon was glad that there was Jung Hwa beside her in time she needed, offering him a smile, she then nodded. They left the balcony, making their way toward her room and when they arrived there, Jung Hwa released her hand which he had been holding to as if to comfort her. A sudden feeling of missing caved between the gaps of Seoyeon's finger and there sprout the feeling in her that want to spend more time with Jung Hwa.
"Missing me already?" chimed Jung Hwa, the man who knows whatever come across her mind. A triumph smile crossed his lips.
