From the bottom of my heart, I was never sorry—how could I? And no. Jiyong's so-called love confessions that evening failed to stir even the slightest bit of warmth inside of me.

He did me wrong. All I see in front of me was something else, a total opposite of blessing. My chest boiled with disgust and this eyes of mine were about to bawl out of its orbit from the mere thought of having to stick longer with him.

"I would love to learn your languange, Joen ah." He finally had said it. I chuckled instantly, no longer bothered to appear saint in front of him.

Facing the old sturdy bridge in our town, "Lady" as we named it, all of a sudden felt more comfortable than meeting with his gaze. With both arms folded tightly against my chest, I tried really, really hard not to roll my eyes.This is normal—between us, and it had always been like this since the first time we met five years ago. Because the fact that I loathed him while he knowing it at the back of his mind wasn't a mere acceptance by now—it was history.

"Let's play a game." My heart reared up as the words made its way through my lips. Oh boy, I was so excited right now. I didn't realize how long I was waiting for this moment. All these years, I had been enduring fairly well. It would take a miracle for the kind of him to falling in love with me. Then, why in the world I should believe in it? More than anyone else, I knew. It was painfully clear that every single words he had said, it wouldn't remain longer than three days in his brain.

He was 'that' hopeless—Jiyong is. And this was just another mind games simulated by his freaking psycho flights of thought.

My gaze shifted upon him, who was stepping on a road divider that I was leaning at. Again, he was doing something foolish but why others didn't notice it? but, me? Then what? Trying to impress me with his balancing game after burted out "I Love You, let's date for real?"