There was silence between us.
“What do you want me to do to them?” He gently touched the bandage on my right eye.
“I hate them, Sihwa.” I wailed.
“I can’t believe they did this to my baby.” He muttered instead and kissed it.
He wiped off my tears with the tip of his left finger and gave me a light kiss on my lower lip.
“Sihwa.” I closed my left eye, held both of his shoulders, and the pain in my body disturbed my consciousness. I was growing weak and holding him would let me keep standing.
“Have your parents seen you like this?”
“No.” I shook my head. “If they see me like this, they would get mad. I don’t want my mom and dad to quarrel again because of me.” I sobbed.
“What do you want me to do to those bullies, so they will never cross your path again?” His gaze was so gentle
