The World Is Cruel to Us 💎 yungi [▶]

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But, of course, the story keeps replaying in Yuna's mind.

The little girl is still confused with feelings of guilt and blood. She also knows that San will be scolded severely. Consequences. That's the word stuck in Yuna's head all day after hearing her school principal talking to San's and Mingi's parents.

Yuna doesn't know what to do about the confusion engulfing her. So, Yuna confides in her mother.

Yuna only told her mother after everything that happened.

"He didn't do that to other girls. I'm the only one he lifted the skirt for. And yet, I never bothered him."

Kwon Yuri (Yuna's mother) smiled while pouring mineral water into her daughter's glass, "That means he likes you."

Yuna thought the last time she read a romantic story, she was forced to read excerpts from a novel in language class, and she was sure the male protagonist sent poems and flowers. Not trying to lift the skirt of the female lead. What kind of horror novel is this life, Yuna thought.

Yuna chuckled dryly, "That's impossible, eomma. How could a boy like a plain and chubby girl like me? It's just because I'm ugly like this that he makes me an easy target for bullying, right?" She took another bite of the kimchi fried rice that was now her dinner menu. Not describing her physical shortcomings with a sad tone, just casual. As if she was already used to it and resigned to it all.

"You're not ugly, dear. You're beautiful. If you keep thinking you're ugly, wait until you turn into a swan in the future."

Yuna vividly remembered her mother once saying she was just a sweet girl. And she knew sweet was code for not beautiful. Yuna might not be a teenager yet, but she wasn't completely clueless.

Yuna stared, "Why a swan? Are all ugly children cursed to become swans? Eomma, I want to remain human even if I have to live with a body like this!"

Moreover, she had played at her grandfather's house and was chased by a swan, a very fierce swan even when Yuna hadn't approached. She wasn't fierce at all. Teased by Mingi, she could only cry; how could she be fierce?

She spooned her dinner eagerly; she would remain round and chubby. It's better than being a fierce swan.

Her mother laughed and shook her head at her daughter's innocence.