They kissed one another. His face expressed entreaty, agitation and ecstasy. And they went out.
Sana did not take her eyes off him all night. It was a sobering experience for him; he now knew she was all in. As the night wore on, the conversation turned on the contemporary gossips about their contemporaries. But Sana, knowing all his ways and ideas, saw that he had long been wishing, but had been unable, to divert the conversation to another channel and express his own deeply-felt idea for the sake of self-torture.
Jungkook smiled, Sana began to laugh, but he knitted his brows and began proving to Sana that there was no prospect of any great change and that all the danger he spoke of existed only in his imagination.
Sana, who had come in during the conversation, looked joyfully at him. It was not what he was saying that pleased her-- that did not even interest her for it seemed to her that it was all extremely simple and that she had known it a long time (it seemed so to her because she knew that it sprang from Jungkook's whole soul), but it was his animated and enthusiastic appearance that made her glad.
