The night was getting late, and Yuna had yet to squint to sleep. Not much different from Jihoon, the man was also supporting his head with his arms and staring straight at the ceiling.
As if one thought, they occasionally looked at each other and then drifted back into their thoughts.
"I can guess that you are very happy now, Miss Choi." Jihoon started the conversation.
"Why?"
"Because I have no way of divorcing you."
"Oh."
"Shit! Only that? I thought you'd jump in joy and happiness. Hugh ... we both ended up trapped in this relationship." Jihoon let out a small sigh.
"You don't want to?"
"Like it or not, you have to want it, right?"
