Si Hon and the old man slowly turned their heads at the same time, both of them staring at Suha… then at Seong-su… then back at each other. Sweat practically formed in sync.
"Old man…" Si Hon muttered under his breath.
"Yeah… I know, kid…" the old man replied just as quietly, already bracing for the worst.
Then—
Seong-su moved.
She slowly lifted her head, and the expression on her face… wasn't what Si Hon expected at all. Her lips were slightly bitten down, her brows drawn faintly together— and her eyes… were wet. Not annoyed. Not embarrassed.
Shit. She was crying.
Si Hon blinked.
"Huh?"
Seong-su's gaze shifted, locking onto Suha, who was still looking at her with innocent expectation. For a brief moment, something flickered across Seong's face— hesitation, something deeper… something personal.
Then she moved.
