Ji-hoon felt perspiration slide down his forehead as he extended his hand and hit the tennis ball with his racquet. Ha-na had left him cold at the noodle shop, but he had secretly followed behind to ensure she had gotten home safely.
He didn't want a repetition of what he had witnessed the day she was almost attacked by thugs.
But the way she had gotten withdrawn after he laid out his observations without sugar-coating anything baffled him. It was certainly strange, and it piqued his curiosity.
He had only meant to tease her, but her reaction shocked him. She seemed like a self-sufficient woman, but if he learnt anything from the past days he'd been with her, she was actually broken inside.
She bore her wounds proudly like a soldier. And he wanted to know more about her. To reach deep inside and soothe the hurt that made her cave in.
