158 Like a parasitic mosquito (1/2)
”I did what?” Klyn blinks his eyes. ”Lady, I have never dated a man.”
”You seduced his girlfriend.” Fang Aisa cocks her head and narrows her eyes dangerously. ”He still grieves for the death of his first relationship.”
”That…” He might have done that. Klyn lowers his head. ”May I know his name?”
Fang Aisa ignores his question and takes a sip of the alcohol. ”You are right though. If things have been working out between them, she wouldn't have taken a step toward you.”
”Haha…” Klyn laughs nervously. ”I know right, Lady. I didn't break the relationship. She should be blamed -- not me.”
”That doesn't change a fact.” Fang Aisa gives him a chilling look. ”You did seduce her.”
Klyn lets out a couch. ”Her heart wavered first.”
He doesn't even remember who her son is. Since she's not a usual person, her sons can't be usual either.
”True.” Her reply is crispy and short. She drinks the rest of alcohol in silence. Each second feels heavy and dark for Klyn. He hasn't expected to run into someone like her. Thankfully, he didn't make any move on her. He doesn't want to imagine what she might have done to her.”
”Lady, I think that I should…” leave. Klyn stops talking when she raises her brow sharply. ”We are friends, aren't we?”
”Are we?” Fang Aisa puckers her lips. ”My Seong-Won never dropped a tear in his life. Back then, he cried so much that we had a stream behind our house.”
Stream. What kind of emo man is that? ”Lady, did his girlfriend never apologize to him?”
”She married another man.” She tells him with a dark voice, ”I knew from the start that she didn't have a sincere heart, but my sons never listen to me.”
”That's what I am trying to tell you, Lady.” Klyn fidgets with his fingers. The tension in the air makes it heavy for him to breathe. ”It's not your son's fault. Some women are like that.”
”True.” Another short reply. She continues drinking.
”Then, can I--” leave? He purses his lips again when she glares at him. This is so awkward. ”Do you need another bottle, Lady?”
”No.” She leans back and folds her arms. ”I was planning to disassemble your bones while keeping you alive for a year.”
Klyn gulps. Is he going to die here? He ran away from a disaster and landed in front of a tyranny. Why is his luck so bad these days?
”In a relationship, betrayal is like a death sentence on the innocent one.” He hears her say with a low voice, ”If it wasn't you, it would have been someone else. But it doesn't mean that you are not in the wrong. She slaughtered him and you willingly became her weapon. He hated the weapon more than he hated the wielder because he also loved her.”