"Twenty-two years? Don't tell me that you did this just because you thought that I took Chunghee from you?" he asked in such a flat tone that I couldn't tell if he was mocking or if there was even a more sly meaning to it.
I was silent while smoking a cigarette occasionally. I never thought that he would ask about that.
"Don't you think that your love about twenty-two years ago was only a puppy love?" he asked once again.
Hearing about this, I was stunned for a moment. I smoked a cigarette before replying, "I thought so before. But, ever since then, I've always thought about him. I've lived in France for a dozen years and the only thing that makes me want to come back to this country is him. I've never loved anyone else. I'm even always thinking about him. What about that? Is that a puppy love?"
"Heh, then what? You know he's mine now. What about that?" he asked me back.
