"Young master Jang, you really are skilled. Your parents must be proud to have such a talented son." He said, his praise genuine.
Perhaps it was because Wooyun was genuinely praising him, but it left the young man feeling strange. He gave him a bitter, almost mocking smile. "I'm afraid that isn't the case for me."
Wooyun blinked. "How is that possible? I mean, look at what you made? Such a potent pill in just a few days, how could they not be proud?!"
"Though this may be hard to believe, young lord, not all parents love their children." As he said this, he pulled his hair out of the ponytail he had had on for days. His midnight blue locks fell on his back and seemed to add to the melancholic air that was in the room.
