“Let go of me, sir! It hurts so much."
Jonea looked pleadingly at Aland, who was trying to keep pulling Jonea's hand from behind his back.
In that second, Aland suddenly let go and felt guilty. He raised his hands to shoulder height and took a step back.
“I'm sorry, miss. I didn't mean to be rude to you. I'm just… a little curious. What exactly are you hiding behind your back?”
Jonea looked offended. "You think I stole your stuff, huh?"
"No!" said Aland quickly. “Of course not like that. It's just… how should I put it, huh? You make me a little curious,” said Aland.
Jonea lowered her head so that her chin was pressed against her chest. She exhaled roughly and slowly lowered her hands from behind her back. She gave up.
Aland looked thoughtful.
‘Is she finally going to tell me the tr
