The mattress beside me sank down, then lightened. The door lock made a very soft "click," and then the door was gently closed.
I opened my eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Khang went out."
That fact kept spinning in my head until dawn.
Throughout the next morning, I didn't see any sign of Khang.
The work of digging the cellar had drained my energy, leaving me with no strength to think about the things I most wanted to avoid facing.
In the afternoon, the foundation for the cellar was dug.
I wiped my sweat and looked around, but I couldn't see Bang beo anywhere.
I found it strange. He was clearly here just a moment ago; in the blink of an eye, he had disappeared.
My whole body was sticky with sweat, an incredibly uncomfortable feeling, and there was a faint sour smell.
I frowned, walking towards the temporary bathhouse.
