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for that day's race, there was a first runner-up prize, which was the usual amount yeeun would receive if she won races.
the racer with his bugatti won the first prize, while yeeun won second. aerichan passes her the money before running off to the accident site.
yeeun didn't know why, but she did not look back and drove away. was it because she was guilty? or was it because she couldn't bear to face whatever happened just now?
the fact that keita was killed.
the money in her hands felt heavy. her mind screamed at her that something was wrong while her heart whispered that the money was to keep. that memory replayed in her mind like a broken record.
no matter what, nothing could overrule her morals.
and even though she hated keita, the accident caused by that racer was still unacceptable.
she drove to the garage and went up to the roof access of the building. yoon, who worked overtime to finish fixing a car, wanted to ask why yeeun was there but decided to keep quiet when she saw her face. when yeeun reached the rooftop, she grabbed a large tin container, dumped the bag of money into it, grabbed gasoline and doused the money with it.
she took a lighter from her pocket, lit it, and threw it into the container, watching the cash burst into flames.
yeeun went downstairs and hopped onto her motorbike— instead of her car— before speeding off, all while muttering a quick 'bye' to yoon.
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