The mer, puzzled yet with a hint of fear in his gaze, asked Ji-hoon, "Wh-what are you laughing at?" Hearing the mer's question, Ji-hoon looked at him and stopped laughing. He placed a hand on his cheek, his eyes filled with amusement as he regarded the mer.
"I am laughing because you tell such a good joke," Ji-hoon replied sarcastically, his tone dripping with irony. He looked at the tied mer with a predatory glint in his eyes, his demeanor shifting from amusement to cold calculation.
"If your wife cares about you so much, then why are you here?", his words cutting through the tension like a blade.
As Ji-hoon's words sank in, the mer's expression crumbled. The haughty facade he had maintained shattered, replaced by a look of misery and realization.
It dawned on him that his wife had never truly loved him, and perhaps he didn't care for her either. But if not for her, then who can save him? .
