She needed a cigarette.
She wanted to sit out in the alley, chain-smoke, and blame their father for raising this pathetic excuse for a man to what he had become today.
She pressed a hand to her feverish forehead, then let it drop.
‘Just live alone, for the love of God,’ was on the tip of her tongue, but she kept it in.
Right now, her brother was acting like some kid falling in love for the first time.
It was almost entertaining.
“I’ll keep it short and simple. You’ve been dumped.”
“I told him I’d fix my personality first, then try again.”
“Bullshit. You’ve been at this all this time and he’s still running away from you! That’s a solid no. How long’s it been since you first met? Count from then, and it’s even worse. What the hell have you been doing all this time?”
“That’s why I came to you. To get some advice.”
“Fine. I’ll give you advice—though I doubt it’ll help.”
Wooheon swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
He tapped the table with jittery fingers.
