Inside the empty room, Seo Seong turned to him.
"What was that?"
"You shouldn't sit with him."
Her expression hardened. "You're overreacting."
"Am I?"
He stepped closer.
Too close.
"He was too comfortable."
"And why does that bother you?"
Silence.
Sincho's hand suddenly caught her wrist.
"She's with me."
The words slipped out before he could stop them.
Both froze.
Seo Seong looked at him, shocked.
Sincho slowly released her.
But it was too late.
The truth had already shown itself.
And neither of them could ignore it anymore.