Jeong Tae-ui stared blankly with wide-open eyes at him, trying hard to recall what he had just said. Damn, what was I even saying a moment ago?

Ilay looked steadily at Tae-ui’s frowning face without any sign of offense. Maybe he was lost in thought.

“Why are you sitting there without a sound?”

“Hmm…—?”

Tae-ui muttered gruffly, and Ilay, as if lost in thought or pretending to be, answered slowly. His faint, still somewhat languid eyes gazed at Tae-ui.

“I was thinking.”

Then he faintly smiled at the corner of his mouth.