Yuna Yun leaned her face in close.
Her breath carried a gentle, orchid-like fragrance.
Evan Lin caught a faint scent, mixed with alcohol, drifting to his nose.
"You drank too much."
Evan stood up, leaving Yuna’s head hanging in midair, suddenly empty.
She propped her cheek with one hand, gazing at Evan standing there, her expression tinged with self-mockery.
"I told you, didn’t I? If it were anyone else, seeing me like this, they’d have lost control ages ago. But you’re different."
"In your eyes, I’m no different from anyone else. Still, even if I’m not special, at least I’m a normal person, right?"
Yuna hiccupped, her cheeks flushed, head tilted back as she stared blankly at Evan, lost in thought—whatever was running through her mind, nobody knew.
"In this world, there are only three kinds of people: those who hope you live well, those who hope you live badly, and I’m the third kind."