Switching the TV off, I put the remote back on the table, leaned back against the sofa, and let my eyes close.
The K-drama I had been watching was heartbreaking, though it still had a happy ending. I recalled one of the theme songs and began singing when suddenly I felt an arm wrapped around my shoulder.
"The show was sad?" the man beside me asked as he helped wipe away my tears with tissues.
"Of course, it's sad. It's a romantic K-drama!" I exclaimed as I opened my eyes just in time to see him chuckling.
"Sing again, Baby girl. You've never sung for me before." He nuzzled my cheek with his nose.
I rolled my eyes at him. "You know I have a bad singing voice."
I looked at him and saw the scar on his cheek. "Does it still hurt?" I asked.
"Not anymore," he replied. We went to the forest this morning, and a thorn from a tree stem grazed his cheek. It wasn't that bad, but you could still see the wound.
