The image of the tearing up young lady in Korean red traditional dress kept on popping put in Seo Yoonwoo's mind. He let out a deep sigh every time he realizes that he's flash backing the image of the woman on his mind. "Who was that?" he asked himself, still bothered with the identity of the lady.
No, no, no. The question here is not just who the woman is… Actually, why do I even have that kind of—should I say daydream? Haah…
VRR VRRRR… VRR VRRRR… VRR VRRRR…
As soon as Yoonwoo felt that his phone was vibrating on his pocket, his hand immediately went through his pocket and picked up his phone, "Hello?" He answered the call without looking at the caller's ID.
["Hello? Yoonwoo? You have been ignoring my calls lately. Is there something wrong?"] It was voice of a woman whom responded on the other line. Her tone was one of those whom holding back their anger.
