Chapter 115.

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Gyeonhui looked at his hand with a firm expression.

Sun's little hand was no longer on his hand. His hand looked so lonely, he clenched his fist while he was staring at it.

"... What was the other meaning of the coffee tree?" He sighed painfully.

He didn't want to go home like this; he couldn't go. He felt like he wouldn't be able to fall asleep because of his thoughts about Sun.

Suddenly, he remembered the place he had visited with her.

The place filled with the smell of coffee, where they spent a long time together.

He slowly turned the steering wheel with a sinking expression.

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"Labong, why don't we go home?"

Sun said, hugging Labong, who looked a little tired in the dark alleyway.

It had been a long time since Labong went on a long walk, so he soon fell asleep in her arms.

"You must've been very, very tired."

Sun looked at Labong with a smile.

There were only a few people on the street, and it was time to go home.