Myeol Mang stands over to the side, watches as Dong Kyung haggles with another lady over an elegant brown leather purse. Unfortunately it seems this is the last one of these purses. Amusedly he watches the battle of wits as these women determine who will leave the store with the purchase. Smiling to himself, looking over at the petite girl with a feisty nature, has no doubt who the victor will be in this battle.
The other woman looks at Dong Kyung, implores,
"Can you concede this to me? I waited three months for it."
Dong Kyung sadly says,
"I have…three months left. I…I am terminally ill. So, before I die, I wanted to give my Aunt her last gift."
The sales clerk and other shopper look at one another, nod in agreement. The sales lady hands the purse to Dong Kyung.
The other shopper softly says,
"Please be strong."
Dong Kyung, sniffles, chokes on a sob, says,
"Thank you."
She glances over at Myeol Mang, winks, just a hint of a smirk crosses her lips, she mouths,
"Oh yeah."
He meets her gaze, but as she turns away, he feels mildly disappointed. Uncertain as to why as he has played numerous tricks on humans but somehow he believes she is better than trickery.