From the bottom of my heart, I was never sorry – I couldn't.

Joongki's so-called love confessions on that evening did not amaze me or anything. Contrarily, I kept thinking that the victim was none other than myself.

Facing the old sturdy bridge in our town, "Lady" as we named it, all of a sudden it felt more comfortable than meeting with his gaze. With my arms fold tightly against my chest, I really tried to not roll my eyes.

This is normal, though. Between us, it had been always this way. The fact that I loathed him, and he knew that very well was not a mere acceptance by now – it was history.