172 Helpless

It was something as easy to drag out a weak and sickly person like me, like catching a dying rabbit. They didn't have to waste much sweat doing it.

Sunyeon followed behind the two big men, looking at me scornfully as if he was pouring out all the pain and anger through his eyes.

While I occasionally glanced at Sunyeon, who still didn't show any friendliness at all, inside I really wanted to ask him to stop doing this to me, but I couldn't say anything.

Here, I didn't have the strength to speak. Even if I could, no one would listen to me and the words would just be hogwash. It was a waste.

I stared at the coffin, further and further away from my sight. I had not finished praying for him yet, but once again we were separated most cruelly. In fact, I just wanted to accompany Donghwa's body here before he was cremated, but other people didn't agree.