"Are you crying?"

"……."

Instead of answering, Sa-young jerked his hand away. The abrupt motion sent Uijae's hand flying into the air, leaving a stinging pain. "Ouch…" he muttered softly. The sound of heavy breathing stopped. Rubbing his throbbing hand, Uijae called out.

"Lee Sa-young."

"…Just stay seated."

"Stop ordering me around and answer my question."

"Oh, sure. Stay standing then… if you don’t mind not being able to walk."