Yun-tae would've run out of the shop right away because of all the eyes on him but his legs felt weak.
He felt like if he stood up at that moment, he would only fall to the floor. And if he fell, he might not stand anymore.
He would stay on the floor, defeated and crying like a lost child.
It was painful that he had to endure a man like that as his father for so many years. And just when he thought he had gotten his freedom, when he thought he was finally free from him, he had found him again to ruin his life.
'I need to... I need to pick myself up. I can't.. ' he cried, trying to clean his tears with the handkerchief Woo-bin had given him earlier but the tears wouldn't stop falling. 'I can't stop hurting. What should I do? I'm in so much pain. Someone,' he grabbed his chest, biting his lip. 'Please, help me.'
