Brown leaves drifted across the digital billboard when Leon cracked his eyes open and exhaled once.
Heat surged in him as he looked at the faces one after another, while the hair on his skin remained on end.
"It will be a waste if I fall for their trap and weak mockery," he said to himself, then shook his head.
He ignored the crowd and returned to his apartment. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it, staring at the ceiling while his chest rose and fell slowly.
The moment he lowered his head, he saw Hei Yung sitting on the couch with his arms folded at his chest, staring at him with a cold gaze.
"Why didn't you respond to them the way they want?" he asked, then stood up.
"I won't do it," Leon said as he pushed himself off the door and moved a step forward. "I won't give them the satisfaction they're looking for."
