Sehwa turned his head away, as if to say he didn’t want to engage. It was a predictable provocation, a daily hassle. But just because he was used to it didn’t mean he was indifferent to being treated poorly. He knew they were acting that way because they wanted to see him lose his temper, so he just pretended to be unaffected to avoid being manipulated as they desired.
Sakura, Hongdan, and sometimes March…
He had already told them a hundred times not to call him by those ridiculous nicknames, but no one paid any attention to the words of a mere debtor, a fool, a peddler. Still, Sehwa never grew tired of saying it.
My name is not Sakura, nor is it Hongdan, nor March.
It’s Sehwa, Lee Sehwa.
