***
The darkness around the Han River deepened.
A taxi cab was on the road.
Sitting in the back seat, Gyeonhui looked silently out the window.
"Hah..."
Ojae, who sat in the auxiliary seat, sighed too.
"Hey Ojae, I'm the one who has to sigh here, but why do you keep sighing too? I feel worse when you do that."
Gyeonhui responded with a tone filled with annoyance while struggling with his complicated thoughts.
"I'm sorry. Hah..."
However, Ojae's once again heaved a sigh of relief. Gyeonhui quickly turned his head out of the window, seemingly annoyed at Ojae.
A while later, Ojae slowly started speaking.
"Have you ever thought that you wanted to go back in time?"
"... Time?"
Upon hearing Ojae's words, Gyeonhui remembered hearing the same kind of question sometime in the past.
"Hmm..."
Gyeonhui pondered for a moment, and he remembered that it was a question that Sun had asked on the day they broke up.
'Have you never wanted to go back in time?'