Hyewon was your troublemaking classmate, most commonly known for her bold and impolite attitude, to the point that she doesn’t even speak formally to higher ups or teachers. She is fond of speaking informally.

Today, in the crowded hallways of the school, your eyes locked with hers, and you see that she had a bandage on her left cheek, and that she seemed to look a bit rugged today, but she still looks good.

She glanced back at you, raising a single brow as she mouthed the word,

“What?”