"You see…" Su-Jin began to speak slowly, then paused.
Noticing the young woman's hesitation, Ji-Won thought she was embarrassed about something. So, he gently patted her head reassuringly.
"It's alright. Take your time and tell me." he said with a small smile.
"That day, when we met at the funeral house, I found something else apart from the handkerchief. I think this might be yours as well."
"Oh, what is it?"
"It's a pho…"
But just as she was about to say the word 'photograph', they heard a loud knock coming from Ji-Won's side.
With a start, both their heads whipped in that direction.
Indeed, someone was knocking on the window, making quite a ruckus.
Instantly forgetting all about their conversation, Ji-Won sucked in a deep breath and rolled down the window.
"Are you Mister Kang Ji-Won?" the man outside asked the moment he saw Ji-Won's face appearing in front of him.
