***
As Gyeonhui left the hospital, his face looked severely distorted.
He struggled with the unbearable pain.
Soon, he felt a stuffy pain in his chest, and he sat down on a bench beside the road.
"Are you okay?"
"... Don't talk to me."
He answered Ojae's question without hesitation.
Ojae had noticed Gyeonhui's severe condition and started to speak determinedly.
"Let's take a break here."
Ojae led Gyeonhui into a nearby café.
As Gyeonhui sat down, he leaned over the table and grabbed his stomach.
A short time later, Ojae brought a drink and sat across the table.
"I've ordered something warm for you. Take a sip at least."
"What good would happen if I drink it? Take it away."
Gyeonhui swung his finger, having no power to make any loud noise.
Ojae, who was sitting with his mouth closed, looked around.
Ojae's eyes were directed to a space full of young couples, each of them was exchanging their affection.
"... Haa…" Ojae sighed unwittingly.