“Why do you look so surprised? As if you’ve seen a ghost.”
The moment I realized it was really him, my heart started to flutter strangely.
The remnants of regret that were lingering behind the pounding heartbeats washed away, replaced by surprise and joy.
I had to admit, seeing this man magically appear made me a bit excited.
“…Why are you here without letting me know?”
My dry response was out of fear he might notice these feelings inside me.
The reawakened emotions surged, threatening to spill out.
Didn’t Jaehee warn me about this too? That my face gives everything away?
But no matter how emotionless my words were, my flushed cheeks were beyond my control.
Gyeon looked at my blushing face and laughed.
“I thought Nam Yuin might want to see me.”
“…Me?”
“I figured you wouldn’t call even if you missed me, so I had to come.”
It was a ridiculous reason, but I found myself at a loss for words, simply biting my lip.
“I wanted to see Nam Yuin.”
Gyeon lightly grasped my wrist, adding ‘a lot’ with a smirk.
He led me somewhere, holding onto my wrist instead of my hand.
We walked past the entrance of the apartment and along the road, and I followed silently. Gyeon adjusted his stride to walk beside me.
Under the warmly hued twilight sky, I watched his tie sway gently in the breeze and murmured quietly, “You say things like that so casually.”
“That kind of thing?”
“Saying you miss someone… stuff like that.”
Gyeon, catching my almost inaudible words, chuckled.
“Why? Don’t you like it?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it…”
“Don’t girls like hearing that?”
I stopped abruptly. The excitement that had been building in my heart suddenly cooled.
As my body halted, my mind raced. Did he mean his past relationships with ‘girls,’ or was it just a generalization based on societal statistics?
Caught in deep thought, I missed Gyeon’s amused look as he burst out laughing.
“Why are you laughing?”
When I asked gruffly, Gyeon joyfully clasped my cheeks in his hands.
“Ah, Nam Yuin. What am I going to do with you?”
“What are you going to do?”
“Why do you say mean things one moment and then worry about what to do the next?”
His large hands pressing on my cheeks forced my lips to pout, making me look like a sulking fish.
I frowned immediately.
“Let go!”
“You still look pretty like this. I’m in trouble, really.”
“Stop talking weirdly!”
After struggling for a while, I managed to free myself and hastily distanced myself from Gyeon.
Watching me walk away, Gyeon chuckled and quickly caught up, snatching my hand.
“Where are you running off to?”
“I’m not running away. This is the way to my house.”
“I can’t tie you down and keep you, can I?”
“…Are you joking?”
“Does it seem like a joke?”
His tilted head and sly smile didn’t seem playful at all.
Flustered, I stuttered, unable to respond, while Gyeon, still watching me, let his eyes curve into a pleased arch.
“Have you had enough surprises for today? Shall we go home now, Nam Yuin?”
His tone, so different from the one threatening to tie me down, left me both confused and flustered. I swallowed dryly and spoke.
“You’re joking, right?”
“Hmm.”
Gyeon hummed lowly, glancing at me with an enigmatic look.
“Think about it, Nam Yuin.”
He then smiled slyly, and I quickly averted my eyes, unsettled by his insinuating smile.
Thrown into disarray by the man who had suddenly appeared and stirred up all sorts of emotions, my mind was a complete mess.
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A few days after the chaotic walk.
The festive atmosphere from the festival, still lingering, seemed to have spread beyond the school gates into the university streets. Even the restaurant we entered for lunch after class had a peculiarly buzzing vibe.
Amid the bustling atmosphere, we were exchanging random conversations when the food arrived. How many bites did we take?
“…….”
Ah, again.
The girls sitting diagonally across from Yuin were sneakily glancing over, making eye contact several times.
To be precise, they were ogling Yoon Ji-Han, who had recently become a celebrity-level figure over the past few days.
The reason for this transformation was the successful festival performance. Already popular, Ji-Han reached the pinnacle of explosive interest and popularity through a one-time play performance.
To the extent that everyone in the restaurant was looking at him.
His glances were so overt that the quick-witted Ji-Han must have noticed, but he just calmly kept eating.
As Yuin exhaled a sigh of discomfort and finally put down her chopsticks, her two friends’ eyes immediately locked onto her.
The friend sitting in front of Yuin spoke first.
“Are you done eating?”
“Yeah. You two take your time.”
While the friend sitting beside her quickly looked away, the friend in front with light, gentle eyes continued to scrutinize Yuin.
“Why?” Yuin asked softly. After a while, the neatly-faced friend shook his head slightly, looking somewhat gloomy.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
