Shin Ryujin is an ordinary high school girl, who hides her talents and passion as she shows lack of interest in anything other than her studies. What, or specifically who has caused her to hide her true colors?
Hwang Yeji is a talented transferee...
"Aigoo," I muttered, cracking my neck and knuckles after doing the paperwork. "What a hard day." Then, I pressed the power button of my phone to check the time, and the screen lit up, displaying the lock screen.
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Seeing me and my daughter's photograph washes away all the stress and pressure from working all day and puts up a smile on my weary face. The time reads 6 PM.
"Let's call it a day, everyone," I announced to my colleagues and my assistant before bidding my goodbye, and left the room, feeling smug with what I did at the courthouse today.
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I passed by the speaker-like building again, but this time, the screen shows a different video with different people from this morning— a music video of The PINKS I suppose. I sighed and turned the steering wheel to the right, driving toward the route of my house. Actually, I'm going home earlier than the previous days because I want to take a rest before I face my obnoxious family tomorrow— the other family aside from my daughter, consisting of my parents, my brother and his wife, and their child. I just despise them so much from head to toe, and I already swore to myself that I would never associate with them, but it's easier said than done to cut off the ties. Besides, my brother also works in the same law firm as me, so I try my best to avoid him as much as possible. Of course, there are times when I have to negotiate some matters with him as colleagues, which is quite irksome in my case. He never lets me off the hook and always finds ways to provoke me with his taunting— stabbing my emotional wounds from the past. Nevertheless, I don't let him feel the satisfaction of triggering an intended reaction out of me by remaining my composure most of the time.
I turned around a corner, into an alleyway, and drove straight until I reached an opening that leads to a wider street. A few minutes later, I finally parked the car in my garage and entered the house through the door in the garage.
"Ryujin-ah," I called out for my daughter, climbing the stairs toward her room. My heart skipped a beat when I got no response from her, thus I barged into her room to find it empty. "Where is she going at this hour?" I mumbled and went inside my room to take a bathe.
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While I was eating scoops of ice cream from the tub and watching a variety show on TV, I heard the jiggling of the door lock, indicating that my daughter has finally come back.
"Oh, you're early today, mom," Ryujin commented, looking staggered, as she removed her backpack from her shoulders and gripped it from the handle.
"And you're late," I discerned with an austere tone, quirking an eyebrow at her.
"I was sending Yeji home," she admitted, scratching her nape. "Since she's new to Seoul, I don't want to leave her alone." That's sweet of her. I chuckled and gave her an approving smile.
"That's very nice of you," I said, putting more scoops of ice cream into my mouth.
"I'll go to my bedroom now," she declared, proceeding to leave me in the living room.
