Lavi had sweat dots on his forehead, either from fever or pain. His face was as white as paper. The pain in his stomach turned to a burning prick, gnawing at his insides.
"Drink?" Arsen bargained devoid of emotion in his voice and expression.
Warm water that had been poured on a bamboo glass was given to the dying patient, but Lavi looked at him and refused without speaking.
Instead, Lavi asked, "What happened?"
Arsen, "You said I was a pervert."
Lavi, "..."
Because the drinking water was rejected, Arsen expressed his displeasure. He grabbed Lavi's hand and placed the glass in both of his hands, which he immediately hugged to his chest as if they were precious objects.
"You owe me an explanation." Arsen's gaze was cold, looking for clarification. "You have to explain now."
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