Kang Jin-Ho stepped outside the hospital's front entrance, then mouthed a cigarette. Smoking while feeling frustrated didn't help anyone. Even then, why did Kang Jin-Ho or the other people insist on sucking on cigarettes whenever they felt lost and tight-chested?

Smoking cigarettes as a way to relax when they didn't have any calming effects was a laughable, ridiculous thing. Even so, many people in the world, not just Kang Jin-Ho, kept repeating this ridiculous action.

And another laughable, ridiculous person approached Kang Jin-Ho just then.

Click!

Bang Jin-Hun lit the cigarette dangling between Kang Jin-Ho's lips, then frowned slightly. “The front of the hospital is a no-smoking zone, Mister Jin-Ho! Where is your common sense?”

“...I didn't light this cigarette up, though?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. This guy…” Bang Jin-Hun chuckled before pulling Kang Jin-Ho away. “Let's hurry over to the smoking area around the corner before you become a shameless man who smokes in the middle of a street.”

'I think it’s too late for that, though…'

Kang Jin-Ho sighed, then stubbed the cigarette out on his palm before following Bang Jin-Hun to the nearest smoking area. He settled on a wide bench, then lit a fresh cigarette, but his expression remained a bit weird.

“I'm so happy to see you again like this, Mister Jin-Ho. If we were any slower, we would've become a remains-exhumation team instead,” said Bang Jin-Hun with a cackle. He wasn't trying to joke but couldn't help finding what...