• Yoo-il~

A familiar voice came through the receiver. Han Yoo-il’s face brightened at the sound of a voice he hadn't heard in a long time.

Yoo-il was sitting on the sofa with his cellphone. Then, as if waiting for it, Mollang jumped up onto the sofa.

“ Auntie. ”

It had been so long since their last call that he could hardly remember it.

• Was it Libot? What was it... Why does that friend dislike you so much?

“...Libot?”

• Yes, that guy! Always saying something... I didn’t like him much.

Despite what was said, …