The cityscape was fairy dust scattered on each building. They enchanted neon colors from car lights like graffitis passing through Youngjae and Sun Hee who were enjoying a piece of rock music on the radio.

“Hey, I never knew we have the same music taste,” Sun Hee commented.

“Me neither,” Youngjae replied, and they spiked a high-five.

“Are you sure you will not check Daewon?” she said as soon as the car stopped at the hospital where they sent Daewon.

“Min Jee already told me what happened. I think he is not in terrible shape. Please send my regards to him.”

“Really? So you are only going to show up...