
Inside the apartment room is bright white. A middle-aged woman was sitting on the edge of the bed while looking at her mobile screen seriously. His chest rose and fell, as if he had difficulty breathing, and his two eyes repeatedly blinked, holding the clear liquid that was about to flow.
Mrs Park squeezes her phone, which shows a picture of her husband and Arkan meeting at the cafe. Not just a photo, but complete with a video of their conversation. His chest was filled with anger as well as pain. Sick, because all this time her husband had kept such a big lie.
Clear liquid dripping on the cheeks...