There's that look again. A look that says something is bothering her. The conversation always starts with a trivial question, but it ends in an emotional battle.

“Why couldn't I reach you?” “Why aren't you answering again?” “Why are you being so indifferent lately?”

He answers a dozen times in his head. It was because of work, because he was tired, and it's not that he doesn't love her anymore—he's just exhausted. But the situation where he has to explain that every single time is overwhelming.

It's not that the love has cooled. It's just that putting in the effort has become tiring. She wants to be understood, and Dojun is tired of having to make her understand.

Today was no different. At her emotionally charged tone, Dojun let out a sigh without realizing it. And then, the words just slipped out.

Sighing …What, what do you want me to do? Why are you always so annoyed?

He said it like that, but he knows deep down. It's not just her being annoyed; He himself had become sharp and prickly a long time ago. Sighing What, what do you want me to do? Why are you always so annoyed?