Mr. Kwon: Please, tell me about your wedding.
Sun: It was beautiful. The happiest day of my life.
Mr. Kwon: And my son's, too, I imagine.
Sun: Mr. Kwon, why weren't you at the wedding?
Mr. Kwon: What did he tell you?
Sun: He told me... you were dead. Why would he say that?
Mr. Kwon: To avoid the shame of where he came from.
Sun: And is that why you told him his mother died when he was a baby?
Mr. Kwon: His mother, she was with many men. She left me with the baby. I raised him alone. I wasn't even sure I was the father. But who else would take care of him? (He wipes his hand on his shirt and lifts up Sun's chin) You are so beautiful. It pleases me much to meet you. You can never tell him that you met me or that his mother is still alive. Please, for me. Do not... do not make him suffer this shame.