THE SHAOLIN KID

The ride from the orphanage to the apartment was enveloped by an uncomfortable atmosphere. Kris didn't respond to Kevin's accusation and just silently opened the car door, getting ready to drive. Kevin had no choice other than to get into the red vehicle despite his heavy being heart.

It had been five minutes since the four-wheeled vehicle sped on the hard asphalt. The street was busy because it was a weekday. The electric car didn't make too much sound, and it didn't make the atmosphere less tense.

Kris suddenly sighed deeply and turned on the car's signal light. He pulled over his car to the side of the road, then stopped it on the empty spot. He turned off the car engine and unbuckled his seatbelt, then turned his body to face his lover.

"I haven't changed," the caramel-haired man finally responded to Kevin's earlier denunciation.

Kevin just peered at him without turning his body. "You have changed," he replied, particularly emphasized the word "have."