Trigger Warning: This Chapter Contains Content About Suicide
"Please tell me she is insane." Han Min-hyuk blurted out.
"She is, but that's why I love her," Cho-hee said in a voice full of admiration.
"Oh god, why am I surrounded by lunatics? Nari.. Nari.. Please come down." Min-hyuk whispered as loudly as he could. He was looking at a small girl who was standing on the rooftop tank, with her arms spread. Her hair and clothes were waving in the wind. She turned around and looked at Min-hyuk, her large round eyes glinting with excitement.
"Oh come on, Hyuk-ah. Live a little."
"If you want me to live, please come down. I'll be dead if anyone finds out we came to the rooftop. Cho-hee, stop smiling like a fool and help me to persuade her."
"If I could help, do you think I'll be standing here, smiling? I can see my life flash before me right now. I'll be dead and buried by tomorrow morning if Yuna finds out about this."
