"It doesn't matter if you want to help people," Gin finally said.
Sol's hand reached Gin's clothes, unable to hold himself back as he tightly grabbed onto them. Only now did he realize what he just did and how much it had affected Gin. Only now did he realize that he was saying the truth – that Sol had been stupid and careless. Who wouldn't get mad at that?
"But you're not allowed to sacrifice your life for them," Gin said. "Or even for me…."
The lump in Sol's throat thickened. "I understand…"
Gin let out a sigh as he held Sol's hand that was gripping his clothes and gently placed it down. "Listen to me carefully, Sol."
Sol felt himself sniffing a tear back. Who said he could be this weak and soft? When it came to Gin, he became like this… So embarrassing and pathetic…
