“Where do you think you’re going?”
I almost fainted from shock when someone from behind me put a hand on my shoulder. “S-Sun!” I exclaimed. “I almost died of a heart attack!” I complained.
Sun threw both of his hands up in the air and said, “Oh, wow. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you have a heart problem.”
I glared at him, though I was still catching my breath. I suddenly felt tired, and my feet ached from that relentless running. “That’s funny,” I retorted.
He slowly put his hands down. Then, his brows furrowed deep. “What’s wrong? Why are you running away? I mean, look at you. You look like hell.”
I looked at my hand, where his eyes were looking at, and remembered that my camera was still running. My mouth formed an “O.”
“Why are you holding a camera?” he curiously asked.
“I was…n-not
