Seriously, how on earth did that diary end up in his hand?
“Why did you draw me? Completely n⋏kㅌd, too.”
Yes, luck or good fortune couldn’t possibly exist in Seong Yeon-woo’s life.
Only misfortune exists.
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“Honestly, I was about to give up. You’re too young… And I know full well that I’m a terrible b⋏st⋏rd.”
“……”
Why does he think badly of himself….
His tone was too firm for it to be just about age.
I wanted to tell you that you were never a bad person. That you were always warm to me, like a light that gave me courage I didn’t even have.
As Yeon-woo breathed out softly in his arms, Woo-seong continued in a gentle tone.
“But then your diary fell into my hands.”
At these words, an embarrassed Yeon-woo darted her eyes around in Woo-seong’s arms. Woo-seong cupped Yeon-woo’s cheeks and lifted her face to meet his gaze.
“The moment I saw it, I lost it.”
“Why…”
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“I realized that I could never give up Seong Yeon-woo. That conviction hit me. Even her handwriting was exactly my type. Enough to make me get hard while reading it.”
“G-Get…. Cough.“
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