It sounded like a woman, cunningly seducing the offspring of a powerful figure, exploited them in various ways, and caught a less mature side, as people talked about it.
‘In the end, does Si-Yoon also think like that, like the people in the world?’
Although Mi-Joo’s heart and stomach cooled down, she preferred Si-Yoon blaming and resenting her. She didn’t want to see Si-Yoon demeaning himself and suffering even more.
“What do you want me to say? Do you want me to say that I’m really such a person, as you think, as people in the world see me? Or do you want me to cling only to you, saying there is no one else but you?”
She could say anything. If there was a way for Si-Yoon to be less hurt and less wounded, she wanted to choose that path, no matter which one.
‘I can say anything?’
Si-Yoon remembered the day he first met Mi-Joo when he received a business card that said, . A wry smile crossed his face.
“I forgot. You were someone who could do anything for me.”
Mi-Joo realized that her trust in herself had hit rock bottom. She didn’t want to hurt Si-Yoon anymore. Weakly, Mi-Joo stood up and turned away.
Then, Si-Yoon stood up, grabbed Mi-Joo’s shoulders, and turned her back.
“Look at me. Look and talk.”
Although he wanted to hurt Mi-Joo, he couldn’t bear to see her turn away. There was a contradictory feeling of hoping she would suffer and be in pain in his arms, even though it hurt.
The gaze in Si-Yoon’s eyes in front of her felt intensely warm. His hand that held her was also warm.
“It’s not too late to give up like this, right?”
“…….”
“Even if you struggle for a lifetime, you’ll soon reap the wealth and honor that a poor foreign student can’t get. If you run away now, won’t it be a waste?”
A poor foreign student. He chose words that would stab Mi-Joo’s heart among the mean words.
Perhaps it hit the mark, as wrinkles formed on Mi-Joo’s forehead, and her chin trembled lightly.
“Do you really want to believe that I, Kim Si-Yoon, approached you and the writer Su-Yeong systematically, weighing you two?”
“Systematic weighing may not be possible, but fortunately, it’s better. Compared to a trash-like person, it seems more dignified to be associated with a noble family.”
“Could it be that Su-Yeong’s personal information has already been leaked?”
“Is that your concern? If it’s about the son of the permanent conductor of the Bach Art Orchestra, Mi-Joo doesn’t need to worry.”
Even though he knew everything, Si-Yoon, why doesn’t he understand Mi-Joo’s heart? Mi-Joo wanted to shake off Si-Yoon’s hand and turn away.
But the more she tried, the more it seemed like it would provoke Si-Yoon. Mi-Joo lowered her head to Si-Yoon’s chest like she was stabbing her forehead.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t give you trust, and I have no one but you……. I’m sorry.”
Si-Yoon, who was standing still without any movement, wrapped his arms around Mi-Joo’s head. Soft hair wound through his fingers, and he felt Mi-Joo’s round head in one hand, which he loved so much.
“Don’t apologize. I won’t accept it.”
“Then, what should I have done……”
“Don’t do anything. I’ll do it.”
It was the same in the morning. Don’t make a phone call, don’t use the phone, don’t go out. If she had done nothing like he said, he wouldn’t have misunderstood or been angry.
“For a while, don’t do anything.”
Si-Yoon grabbed Mi-Joo’s shoulders and lifted her chin. Passionate determination filled Si-Yoon’s eyes, and the hand that held Mi-Joo was tense, with the knuckles turning white.
Facing each other so closely, Si-Yoon’s heart wavered. If he could grab and shake out what thoughts and feelings he had, he would gladly do so, but this small woman held in one hand didn’t follow his heart.
Even though she made her emotions look pathetic with jealousy or other men, this woman, for some reason, made him want to hold her in his arms when facing her like this.
“I’ll be alone for a few days.”
After Si-Yoon patted Mi-Joo’s shoulder that he had held, he let go and turned away.
“Alone? What about you, Si-Yoon?”
“I have somewhere to go.”
“Where are you going?”
“On a business trip.”
“You said a business trip would only take a day.”
“…….”
“I said you didn’t have to go today.”
“…….”
“Don’t go.”
How would Mi-Joo’s timid and trembling voice hold her ground against Si-Yoon, who turned away with a determined heart?
Si-Yoon couldn’t turn back because he thought if he looked at Mi-Joo, he might not be able to leave.
“I’m scared to be alone.”
‘I could be a more frightening and dangerous presence to you.’
Si-Yoon already knew how the emotions he was suppressing would affect Mi-Joo. That’s why he was holding back.
At that moment, Mi-Joo approached, grabbing a bit of Si-Yoon’s jacket.
Mi-Joo had held Si-Yoon like this before. When she first timidly asked for his help to fix her broken car, she had held onto him weakly like this.
Even though she wanted to hold onto him firmly, she could only express her feelings with such small gestures, afraid of being rejected or worried that she might be rejected. Si-Yoon’s heart, which understood Mi-Joo’s feelings, also ached.
‘It seems like distancing herself for a moment is more difficult for her.’
But such consideration ended up giving Mi-Joo the feeling of being abandoned and rejected.
Did Si-Yoon feel that she was rejecting him as he stood there silently? Mi-Joo weakly let go of the hand that was holding onto the jacket.
“Try holding it again.”
“What?”
Si-Yoon turned around to look at Mi-Joo.
“Will it be caught if you hold it so weakly?”
Even if it’s weak, it’s okay. Even if it’s a very small gesture, it’s okay. Mi-Joo has enough desire to turn around if Si-Yoon holds her again, but Si-Yoon’s heart, unaware of this, was too easy to give up.
“Try holding it again. Push me away if you want.”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
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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.”
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