Dong Joon was wiping his tears while inside the police car, watching every person passing by and glancing at him like he’s a criminal.

“Can I talk to someone?” he asked the cop beside him. The cop nodded and gave him a cellular phone. “Make it quick.”

He took a deep breath and dialed Min Jee’s number.

“Hey, where are you?” She was alarmed. “I’m not coming.” His indifferent tone made her speechless.

“Listen. Whatever you’re going to say to me, save it for yourself. I don’t want to hear it. Not today, not in a thousand years,” he said.

Her hands were shaking while holding her phone in her...