Now, it's time for me to ask my question

"Tell me," Kang-woo spoke up and Yun-tae sniffed, looking up at him. "Why are you 'really' crying?"

Yun-tae sniffed but shook his head.

"I know it's not because of the view." He stepped closer towards him. "Your face isn't contorting in happiness or excitement, and you keep clutching your chest like you're in pain."

"You already know, so why are you asking?" Yun-tae asked, cleaning his tears since no more rolled down.

"I know it's because of some sort of pain but I don't know what it is." Kang-woo answered. "Did my little Hwa tell you something that made you cry?"

"If I tell you, you'll answer one of my questions." Yun-tae said and Kang-woo tilted his head. What could it be?

Well, it was certainly harmless to answer one question of his.

"And in return, you'll answer one of my questions as well."

"But I'm already answering one so you can answer mine." He said but seemed to jumble his thoughts. "Or was it...?"