Jun sneezed. He rubbed the tip of his nose and frowned. He felt irked for some reason though he couldn't point out why. It wasn't because of thinking about his parents and the celebration, but something still bugged him.
Why am I feeling so annoyed?
He read Ai's note again and sighed.
Where is that woman? What is taking her so long?
The dinner had already turned cold, but Jun was in no mood to reheat and eat. He impatiently tapped his index finger on his phone.
Should I call her?
They had finally exchanged numbers when Ai had fallen sick.
He clicked on her number, and it rang. It kept ringing, but Ai didn't answer.
Jun narrowed his eyes. He felt more uneasy now.
She is not in any trouble, right?
Finally, the call clicked. Relieved, he said, "What are you-"
"Hohoho! I knew it! Jin is perfect for you, isn't it?"
