Summary
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“Cha Seogyeong is so kind.”
The prince of Myeongwon High School—that boy.
Every word used to describe him was soft, rounded, and fragrant.
Unlike the words used for me.
“Seriously, she acts so high and mighty just because of her face. What a rude bitch.”
A girl who doesn’t understand others’ sincerity, who struts around relying on her father’s influence, with a shady reputation behind her back.
Every word directed at me was sharp and foul-smelling.
Still, it didn’t matter. Let them talk all they want.
Rather than shrinking back and crying, I’d rather be called rude.
“Ji Yeonseo, do you always like getting attention that way?”
“Hey, Cha Seogyeong. Do you even know me?”
“Don’t live like that already.”
He was the same.
Judging me however he pleased.
And yet—
“What if someone said they liked you in a way you couldn’t understand?
So you couldn’t grasp it all at once because you had to interpret it first?”
“…Then I’d keep turning those words over and over in my mind.
Until they could fully reach my heart.”
That boy—cool and refreshing like mint—
one day offered me a heart that felt like it belonged to me.
A heart the color of mint—
neither blue nor green.
