I took the silver watch that was in the box and looked at it with a weak smile that was painstakingly indescribable. This was the watch I gave him on his twenty-eighth birthday, that was four years ago. Since then, he always wears it, even almost every day when he went to work.
Amid these memories, I suddenly remembered something, so I asked, "Sunyeon came here just now. He was looking for you. What's wrong?"
"He came here?" Hoonsik was surprised to hear that. He took a deep breath, then said, "He must just want to ask Mr. Lee's personal stuff. He told me before, he wants to keep some."
I was stunned without a word.
That second, with a heavy heart Hoonsik revealed, "Sir, Mr. Lee's body was cremated about an hour ago. I came to take you to the crematorium, but you didn't open the door. So, I went alone."
I smiled bitterly. "I can't possibly see his body turning to ashes. Just hearing it, I can't stand it."
