Ji-woo dragged the cart, the weight of the man slumped inside it a heavy burden. She could feel his gaze on her back, a prickling sensation between her shoulder blades, but she refused to look around. In the silence, the chirping of crickets was deafening.
“How old am I?” he asked suddenly, his voice cutting through the night air.
“Uhm…” A thousand possibilities flooded her mind. This wasn’t a conversation; it was a minefield, and one wrong
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