"How’s your condition?"

Namgung Bi-ah didn’t respond to the question.
She simply stared at the young man in silence, observing him.

"In case it bothers you, let me clarify."

The young man gestured to Namgung Bi-ah’s waist with his hand.

"The treatment wasn’t done by me. I had another woman take care of it, so there’s no need to…"

"I don’t care."

"…I see."

Her curt reply made the young man chuckle awkwardly.

"Let me ask again: how are you feeling?"

Again, Namgung Bi-ah gave no verbal response.
Instead, she lifted her bound hands, showing him the shackles.