Jina sighed as she thought about it.
Biting her finger uneasily, Viola didn't know how to put in a good word for Chol.
Noticing her uneasiness, Jina couldn't help but smile. "But that was all in the past. Now he has you. He won't do that again."
When she came to her senses, Viola smiled awkwardly. "Aunt, it's too early to talk about this now."
"Not early." Jina replied with a smile on her plump face. She didn't take Viola's words seriously. She added, "To be honest, I will be thrilled if Chol can marry you."
Before she finished speaking, she covered her mouth and began to giggle.
Viola was speechless. She looked like thousands of crows flew over her head and was inexplicably frightened. "Uh, aunt, actually..."
She wanted to confess, but was interrupted.
Jina held her hand and patted it lightly. She looked at Viola with a mixture of gentleness and seriousness, "Viola, I always regret that my son doesn't have a girlfriend. Now that I have you, you two should be fine."
On hearing this, Viola felt like on pins and needles all over her body. "Aunt, I want to say..."
"You can't break up so easily." "What can we be friends after we break up? It's all a lie," she pleaded genuinely
Viola shut her mouth and suddenly became speechless.
Viola didn't speak the second reason which was about to be blurted out.
There was a knock on the door.
Viola stood up and went to open the door. When the door was opened, Chol glanced at her and passed by her, walking in.
Only when she closed the door did she notice the two bags on his hand.
"These are the clothes you can wear tomorrow. As for your body, you'd better not wear them tomorrow." With his lips trembling, Chol put two gift bags on the desk at the head of the bed.