"DON'T even think about escaping, Lee Sarang," Ki Gayoon warned Lee Sarang, leaning against the door while crossing his arms over his chest. "I already called Moon Noa. We need someone as black-hearted as that man if we're going to fight Bambi and the others."
Lee Sarang pouted, but she remained lying down on the bed— under the comforter. "Oppa, are you not going to ask me what I've been doing for the past few years?"
"Do you remember?"
"…"
Of course, Lee Sarang wouldn't.
If she could remember, she wouldn't have stayed with those bastards.
"I have never had a decent conversation with you until now," Gayoon said, sighing. "It seems like Mo Hanjin messes your mind more than your Rampage does."
"Oppa, you're right when you said we've only had a decent conversation recently. I mean, one that I remember clearly."
Right.
