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I shouldn’t name my emotions. If I call it love, self-loathing follows, and it’s too pitiful to call it hate. In the end, I’m the only one who’s tired.

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Jiyul lost her will to live after her mother’s su*cide and spent her time locked up in her house until the new gardener, Cha Seontae, arrived at her yard.

“If it doesn’t work out with that brother, how about this guy?”

He lightly and cheerfully steals Jiyul’s gaze and shakes up her daily life….

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“But why did you say that?”

“……”

“I can’t figure out your intention no matter how much I think about it.”

After staring at me wordlessly for a moment, he roughly ruffled his hair. The bangs that clung to his forehead fell unevenly behind him.

“You want me to tell you outright?”

I nodded my head coldly. I wanted to satisfy a different kind of curiosity.

“You know, seeing you like that made me feel the same way.”

“…What?”

“The girl who used to be so innocent suddenly has that kind of expression. It made ma curious.”

“……”

“Of what happens when you get properly h**ny.”

It was a crude answer beyond my expectations.