An Mingyu's thoughts retracted as he symbolically reached out to pull open the bottommost drawer.
With a "click," the drawer was opened, and a small object slid out with the force—it was a replica handgun.
Seeing such a thing, An Mingyu froze, and then, the tears he had been holding back finally cascaded down uncontrollably.
In the end, An Mingyu couldn't help but curl up and sob softly. He crouched in the corner, his arms wrapped around his knees, crying bitterly like a wounded little animal, looking lost and helpless.
...
He remembered that this handgun was a gift his second sister had prepared to give him the first time she met him.
When his second sister first came back, he wasn't at home.
