Hae-won sat outside the pharmacy, staring sadly at the dark sky.
Back at the apartment, he said those words not because he wanted to hurt anyone but rather to remind everyone of where they stood.
What was he saying? It was actually to remind himself of where he stood. He couldn't hold a candle to any of them.
Though spring was already approaching, the night was still cold.
"You're still here." Hae-won looked up to see Lee Ga-Ram but he didn't respond and just looked on.
Lee Ga-Ram sighted his wrapped knuckle and said, "I could tell from a glance that your knuckle was broken and you were trying to hide it."
"Is that why you agreed to go to my room even if it was inappropriate?" Hae-won asked. "You wanted to help me hide it?"
"Not really." Lee Ga-Ram said and sat on the chair opposite him. "I was just curious as to what your room would look like."
Hae-won looked at him in a creepy way.
