“…A while ago that punk Beom donated, like, a billion won to a stray dog shelter in my name. If I dump a dog carelessly or anything, I’ll have to post a crying apology on Instagram. Big trouble.”
“Mr. Jio.”
“What.”
“I… don’t really like myself. There isn’t a single thing about me I particularly care for.”
“But in a life like that, I have you, Mr. Jio.”
I fell for you at first sight.
He raised his eyes.
Their gazes met.
Baek Dohyun smiled gently, plainly.
“At the very least, I don’t hate myself. I don’t deny my own life. That’s something I truly did well and… something I truly like.”
“I’m glad my first love is you, Mr. Jio.”
His face was disarmed.
And his heart.
Gyeon Jioh knew this was the face—and the heart—the regressor, dark with the past and riddled with secrets, showed only to her.
“…Good grief.”
After a brief silence, Jioh grumbled. That regressor guy keeps—
“Just barging in and making the mood weird. It’s a habit, huh?”
“If you can suddenly make my heart flutter, why…