The car was empty. After a man in his fifties, who was lying on the elderly seats at the end, got off, only Maru and Bangjoo were left in the car.

“It’s like we have the whole train to ourselves.”

“You’re right.”

Bangjoo looked around before lying down on the floor and took a photo of himself. Maru chuckled when he saw that.

“When else would I get to do something like this? The train is so quiet.”

“Give it to me. I’ll take a good photo of you.”

Maru took a photo of Bangjoo, who got into a proper pose, from the other end of the car. At his age, events like this would become memorable moments. Bangjoo smiled in satisfaction after looking at the photo.

“Are you going to upload it to your cy^[1]?”

“I don’t do that.”

“That’s unexpected. I thought kids these days all did it.”

“I don’t really want to tell others what I’m doing. It’s fine as long as the ones that need to know, know about it.”

Maru nodded once. For a brief moment, Bangjoo had a mature smile on his face. Perhaps it was natural to think about the world differently from those of his age since his sister was a top star.

“But seonbae-nim.”

“Yeah?”

“Didn’t you feel angry back there? If it...