Those words were too deep to mean the simple direct meaning they had. I looked at him in askance.
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"You need to rest, I will get things ready alone," Tae-sung told me when we got into his mansion.
I looked at him tiredly but I did not leave. I wanted to follow him. I knew I felt dizzy and my head ached from getting hit by his angry mother who believed I killed her son and I had gone through a rollercoaster of emotions to not need rest.
I shook my head when he nodded to me to leave. "I want to help you," I told him as firmly as I could with a steady voice that was so difficult to keep steady.
"No, you don't need to. I know how bad you must feel, since I feel better, you should rest first," he waved me off before walking towards his study.
