Jihun was indeed a professional stalker. Or, since Ryan was dispirited this entire day, he couldn't detect that someone had followed him around.
He was at a loss of what to do and looked dejected. His hunched back looked pitiful.
Even from a distance, Jihun would hear Ryan's exasperated sigh. He kept sighing as if lamenting over an unsolvable problem. It seemed that he was heavily affected by the breakup.
Ryan kept stumbled over something, like a lamp post or pole. It was not once or twice that he accidentally crashed into pedestrians. The loop of stumbling, crashing, face-planting, and apologizing to the innocent bystanders kept repeating until Ryan arrived at his destination. The Blue Moon Private Bar.
He looked up at the signboard, blankly staring at it before entering the plac
