Jihyo was staring at his back while he walked away. He had never raised his voice with her. He had always been cool. He was always quiet when he is angry. Tears were already pooling in her eyes. She can’t decide if she is upset or sad… or a mix of both. She walked to the changing room, Areum already waiting for her to change. She sat at the dressing table, arms upright and hands cupping the front of her face. She was sobbing