There was silence between us.

“What do you want me to do to them?” He gently touched the bandage on my right eye.

“I hate them, Sihwa.” I wailed.

“I can’t believe they did this to my baby.” He muttered instead and kissed it.

He wiped off my tears with the tip of his left finger and gave me a light kiss on my lower lip.

“Sihwa.” I closed my left eye, held both of his shoulders, and the pain in my body disturbed my consciousness. I was growing weak and holding him would let me keep standing.

“Have your parents seen you like this?”

“No.” I shook my head....