Shan sat down on one of the swings and sighed. He was always so exhausted from talking with his own mother. Hyun did not talk and just sat on the other swing, his bubble tea in his hands, sipping it calmly. But inside, he was dying from laughter. She wanted to order anti-slip mats. Every time he remembered that he was fighting for his own life.
Shan's phone rang, and he took it out. Hyun noticed that it was in Cantonese. But then Hyun looked away.
"Yes, she was here." Shan started but was obviously cut off.
"I know, I tried to keep calm but she started again." Shan half grunted, half whined. Hyun had to bite his lip again because he remembered it again.
