Kyung Ho raised his hands again, signing with a mix of resignation and determination. "We need to come up with a plan," he indicated. "To explain, to make amends... something."
Ji-hoon nodded slowly, the tension in his body evident as he shifted from foot to foot. "We better figure it out fast," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Before she finds out on her own."
As the brothers exchanged determined looks, the weight of their unintended betrayal hung heavy in the air. They knew they had to act quickly and carefully, for Jiho's intelligence was matched only by her capacity for retribution.
Inside the dimly lit tent, Jiho's gaze fixed on the shattered pieces of the black bottle scattered across the rough ground. Each fragment seemed to glint menacingly in the low light, a stark reminder of the cunning minds she was up against.
