"You saved my life, Yun-tae." Myung-woo said with his gaze softly dancing on Yun-tae's sight.
Yun-tae's eyes widened. He was even more confused now. What did he mean by he saved his life?
He had only ever loved a miserable life, so how come he saved someone else? He could not remember doing such a thing in his life.
If anything, all his life, he was the one who needed saving and not the other way around.
"Are you..." He brushed his cheek again. "...messing with me?"
Myung-woo's smile fell and his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"You're messing with me, aren't you? I know I...ngh," his eyes grew teary again. "I never did such a thing, so you're messing with me. Why are you... Why are you messing with me?" He cried. "Is this a joke?"
