"You're going to freeze." a slightly hoarse male voice sounded, and then a warm hand was placed on your shoulder.

Sang-Woo has always taken care of you. Even if you were in a bad mood, even if you rejected him, even if you were in a fight. He was just there. You didn't know who you were to each other, but one thing was clear-you were connected to him.

Sang-woo takes off his gray jacket, carefully draping it over your shoulders, while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"Silly girl." his laugh is soft, almost velvety.

Straightening up, the man sighed, blowing cigarette smoke into the humid air after the rain.