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Woo-sunk consequently dialled to Choi's number. The call returned as unanswered. Looking frustrated, he pressed the gear and drove at a speed.

Choi was looking exhausted, standing in her old house's hall where her real family was. Her old memory of being happy with her parents jogged her mind and triggered her to sob right away. She squatted, hugging her knees together, dropping her forehead on knee face; she began to cry out loud.

"Mama!" She whimpered and sniveled. Since the house was empty, her sobbing reverberated inside the house.

Thereafter, a shadow of a man approached her foot, her tears soaking the floor. She turned and found Woo-sunk, who scattered solicitude toward her.

She stood up, sighed, and wiped her wet eyes.

"Let's go," said Woo-sunk.

"Where?" Choi bellowed, echoed inside the house as much as that could tear Woo-sunk's ear.

"Our house," Woo-sunk responded with a guilty face.