Ji yong never understood the concept of smoking and easing the nerves down but he usually saw it on the internet. He shrugged the thought away as he looked at Dara, familiarizing her face. He was starting to feel okay, at least for today he was. Dara notices Ji yong staring at her on her peripheral vision, she cleared . 

" Is there a dirt on my face?" She asked, almost hoping there isn't. The young man in the wheelchair laughed and the latter halt in to silence. 

"I haven't laugh like that for ages!" He said while looking at the starry sky. 

"It might be because you hated the world."

He looked at her with  amusement, he was wondering how a girl like Dara can be so interesting.

"You know what ?" 

Dara looked at him, wondering what he was going to say. 

"I will forget you tomorrow." 

He said, sadness filled his voice.