It is now dusk. You heard your father yell loudly at Han Taehul and it made you stop your father from hurting Han Taehul goes further than this.

When your father left the living You turned to look at Han Taehul's face, who has a red bruise on his cheek from your father's slap.

"Are you okay?" You wore white lace pajamas and put on a robe over them to keep body neat.

"Damn it..." Han Taehul muttered as his eyes focused on your soft legs and on your face and lit a cigarette.