"Hey, Mi, can you get down from there?"
Mi-kyong stared at him, then her eyes widened abruptly. "No~"
If someone else had heard the tone she used, they would probably have thought she was teasing.
But Beom-seok knew better.
He moved closer to her slowly.
The moment she saw him approach, she leaned back slightly, nearly losing her balance on the rod.
Beom-seok froze in place, his arm half-extended before retracting with a faint tremor.
He wanted to ask her why she was acting like this.
Was it because he had left her for months?
No...
It couldn't be.
Mi-kyong was never that shallow.
If anything, instead of pulling a stunt like this, she would have trapped him in a room for a week, feeding him until her hands bled.
Beom-seok's gaze darkened. "You thought I betrayed you, didn't you?"
Mi-kyong lowered her eyes. "Yeah."
"Do you have to do this?" he asked, fists clenched.
The young lady remained silent for a moment, but when she spoke, it was barely audible.
