𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄. 𝒆𝒙𝒐 [HEAVY REVAMPING]

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hello!! it's 40 pages, and surely something deep...is going on in this chapter ayeee ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

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Zhang Yixing had left without much words. He didn't even try to console me or leave any movating quotes to soothe the confusion residing inside my head.

My questions about the events of this night still lingered in the air, unresolved.

Groaning, I scrambled out from the bed to wash my face in the bathroom. If I couldn't make it through the night with ease, perhaps it was a sign for me to not leave everything as it was at a hanging point.

So it really all started with Kim Junmyeon's grandmother.

I continued to splash water to my face. For a second, a memory where we were walking down the school corridor flashed through my brain. It was on the day where I first got my Christmas present from him, the day where he trusted me with her mother's necklace.

"Your mother and father are both very wonderful. They really gave their best to educate you to be a heir."

"That's my role. What else am I being born for?" As if he could read my mind, what Junmyeon showed me was a mere smile. A weak one, and it was faint.

"You were born to be lucky."

He grimaced in return, "Hah, funny. My grandmother said I was lucky to be born. And she hates me."

After spouting such nonsense to a such vulnerable guy, now that person wanted him to act like a respectful grandson to her? What a creepy old lady.

Andㅡjust what did Junmyeon's mother do before she died that made everyone hated her so much? The source of this mess was obviously because she was a mere commoner and came from a poor family, but if I gave it a little thought about it, there should be another reason.

Did she spend too much money and showed it off? Nah, she was someone that Junmyeon acknowledged, so she wouldn't do that. Did she curse everyone out? If I were her, I'd do that shit.

Turning the water off, I touched the necklace that was still hanging on my neck. There was only her mother's locket, since I had kept mine safely in a box at home. Junmyeon occasionally asked about it too, and didn't say much about it. At least I knew he was grateful that he could see the necklace being worn like her mother did.

When I got back on my bed, I reached out to my phone, but my hand paused.

I meant, I knew he wasn't even sleeping at this time anyways. What I was worried about was that the last time I heard him, he slammed the door on Yixing with a string of curses as he had gotten too emotional back then.