Yeoju quietly left the house, where everyone was asleep. Swallowing back tears, she walked to the playground and sat down on the swing she often rode on. Holding the handlebars tightly with both hands, she burst into tears she had been holding back. The once-silent playground was filled with the sound of her sobs.
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Nine minutes later, someone grabbed the swing next to Yeoju. Startled, Yeoju looked to the side without even wiping her tears.
There stood a man who looked to be his age, tall enough for the heroine to raise her head high, and handsome even though he was faintly visible because of the tears in his eyes.
“Are you a long-term trader…?”
"Huh!? Oh, no? I'm just a student who moved in yesterday!"
"ah…"
“But why are you here at this late hour…”
“I just… I don’t know.”
"If you have any difficulties, please tell me everything!"
"Is that okay?"
"yes!"
A man stared intently at the female protagonist, ready to answer with confidence. The female protagonist smiled, finding the man cute, and wiped away the tears that had welled up in her eyes with her hand.
The female protagonist naturally took a closer look at the man's face, and as soon as she saw it, her eyes widened like a rabbit's in surprise.
“Choi Beom-gyu…?”