Heeun asked back with a dumbfounded look on his face.
She said, “She’s so stupid chasing her, how funny she is, stop it.”
“… Uh… “Okay then, I’ll keep following you.”
“You keep following me?”
Kangwoo frowned slightly, and there was a smile in his eyes.
Heeun realized it too late.
Seo Kang-woo is playing with himself.
If he stopped having fun playing with it, he might kill it.
He began to think quite rationally.
Seo Kang-woo is the culprit and he himself is a witness.
In other words, there is no way Seo Kang-woo, who killed a person, would let himself live.
He himself is dead.
“Why are you crying?”
“Ugh… I can’t die… . Don’t kill me… . To no one… Ugh, I won’t say anything. “It’s true.”
As I spoke, the crying got louder. Kang-woo sighed in frustration while looking at Hee-un crying. At that sound, Heeun’s shoulders shook violently.
“How bad would I feel if I suddenly started crying while talking.”
“Huh… I’m sorry. Hmm… .”
“don’t cry.”
Kangwoo thought.
Should I just kill him?
His hand slid down her wet cheek.
As my fingertips touched his pale, thin neck, his neck moved.
Heeun slowly gets used to Kangwoo’s cruel obsession.
Will Heeun be able to escape from him alive?
