In the school, Shinyu wasn’t well-liked, false rumors circulating about him.

Conversely, you were the epitome of the golden student. Despite the stark contrast, a bond blossomed between you and Shinyu, one that rose above judgments. While others saw Shinyu, you saw Junghwan.

Seated together on the front porch steps, a pack of cigarettes in Shinyu’s hand, he took a cigar, placing it between his lips and lighting it up.