Ha-Joon looked up at her, his face pale and streaked with blood, but his eyes weren't filled with the usual fear. He looked exhausted.
"Mom, please... just stop."
He nodded, longer, and asked why she hated him, why she never once liked him or looked at him with warmth. He was tired of asking that. So instead, he asked,
"Why can't you just let me be happy? Just once?"
Sarang's face twisted. She looked at Ha-Joon, the same disgusted expression she had whenever she saw him appearing, but then she let it go.
She took in a deep breath and released it.
"Happy?" Sarang asked. "You want to be happy."
She paused and then laughed, like she had understood a joke late. It was a high, brittle sound that set his teeth on edge.
"You think you're entitled to that?"
