Aland just stared coldly at Jonea and didn't say anything else. The young man's mouth was tightly shut. He stepped out, leaving Jonea alone in the room.
"Wait!" Jonea shouted as she jumped off the bed and chased Aland's explanation.
The bedroom door slammed shut. Jonea could only stand there gawking.
“Wa-wait…” the girl muttered in a low voice.
Jonea lowered her head and stared at the clothes she was wearing. Jonea instantly could not move.
"These are not my clothes. This tracksuit is too big for me. Then, where are my clothes? Who replaced clo–”
Jonea's eyes opened wide at that moment, and her mouth rounded. She was speechless.
Outside the room, Aland stood before the door holding his beating chest.
"What is wrong with me?" he muttered. “Of course, I know who that girl is! She… sh
