"I like sister Choi's character," Do Yun complimented her, flashing a prominent gaze at her entering the changing room.
"This is not her real character. She went through a lot for this." With a concerned, edging voice, Woo-sunk unveiled the reality.
"What do you mean?" Aske tod Do Yun. He appeared so conflicted.
Slamming the table surface once, Woo-sunk declared with a bright face, "I have an idea."
"What?" Do Yun presented a clueless behold.
"You just don't show up there!"
"Where?"
Woo-sunk walked off the coffee shop.
At night, once the clock ticked 11:00 p.m. at Choi's house, the doorknocking sound pulled Choi back from going towards the bedroom. She approached the door with a sceptical glance. Peering through the hole, she found Woo-sunk drunkenly knocking on the door, moaning, "Open the door, wife."
She inhaled annoyedly, as if she smelt his acting.