Seo Ah opens her arms.
Her fingertips tremble.
As if she'd reached this decision after much hesitation.
Yet, she smiles brightly.

"Let’s make up."

Make up?
What for?
Did we fight?
Did we?
If we did, it must’ve been my fault.

Is Seo Ah forgiving me?
The thought makes me freeze for a moment.
It’s brief, but countless ideas race through my head.

I’ll hug her.

That’s the conclusion I come to.
How should I hug Seo Ah?

There’s no time to delay.
If I have to see Seo …