Ashma was standing outside the door peeping through the glass. Her hand was stretched towards the door handle but was unable to touch it. She didn't want to see her mother on a hospital bed, lying motionless. Moreover, Baek-Hyeon was inside. How was she going to face him? How was she going to talk to him? How was she going to apologise to him? Her mind was churning thoughts after thoughts.
Yong-Sun looked at her with sympathy and kindness. He understood that she was hesitating to enter the room. He took pity on her and opened the door for her. He took her hand in his and pulled her softly inside with him.
