Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 570



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Episode 570

Rika bought the painting from Lee Soo-rim. It was an option she had placed at Lee Soo-rim’s personal exhibition that she had previously visited with Seong-pil.

In front of Lee Soo-rim’s studio, the two stared blankly at the truck leaving for its destination.

“I really didn’t know you would come to buy it.”

Lee Soo-rim said with a slightly absent-minded tone.

“Atashi (Je) said he would come buy it! I keep my promises!”

“I really didn’t think you’d buy it for 10 million won… … .”

Portrait of Seongpil painted on canvas No. 100.

At that time, Lee Soo-rim jokingly said that she would sell it for 10 million won. Lee Soo-rim thought that it was not worth selling for that price.

It doesn’t really matter if it doesn’t sell. The painting is like a record that Lee Su-rim left behind on her own, so it has value even if it doesn’t sell.

But it was sold.

Rica bought it for 10 million won.

“Do you feel regretful when you actually sell it?”

“No, it has to sell to be meaningful. If you have time, would you like to come inside and have some tea?”

Lee Soo-rim said so out of courtesy.

Rika is an idol.

Even though she’s a very popular idol, I’ve even taken care of the drawing, so there’s no reason to waste any more time on it.

“great!”

But Rika said, “Okay,” so coolly. Without panicking, Lee Soo-rim let her into the studio.

The first floor of a commercial building in a quiet alley.

The wall facing the outside of Lee Soo-rim’s studio is made of glass. That’s why people passing by often look into her studio at least once.

I can’t help but look at it.

It looked completely different from an ordinary store.

Rika sat on a reception chair on one side and looked around the studio.

The walls were covered with perforated boards. They were filled with all sorts of brushes, paints, tapes, knives, and other items that could be used for art.

Are there really so many tools used in art? Can you handle all of them? It was a sight that made me feel awe.

“Eat.”

Lee Soo-rim placed coffee and a piece of cake on the table. Rika began to enjoy the refreshments with a dignified attitude, along with a word of thanks.

“Did I interrupt you?”

“I’m sorry to bother you. Rather, I’m honored to be able to serve you. It’s always a pleasure to talk to someone who appreciates the value of my paintings.”

This is a kind of after-sales service.

Among those who purchase paintings, there are those who have a concept of sponsorship in addition to the desire to own or invest.

Young painters, of course Lee Su-rim is too old to be called a young painter, but she finds satisfaction in supporting the future of such artists.

Having a real oil painting in your home can also provide a subtle show-off effect when guests come over.

Lee Soo-rim thought that Rika would also have similar thoughts, so she continued to express her gratitude to her. She hoped that this gratitude would boost Rika’s self-esteem.

‘Because you might become a customer again.’

Lee Soo-rim continued her conversation with Rika. The more she did so, the more she felt admiration.

In terms of appearance, Rika really seemed like someone born to be loved by the world. I felt like my favorability rating was rising just from a short conversation.

“The old imperial nations that have enjoyed an unjust legacy must work harder to apologize to humanity!”

The topic of conversation may be a bit strange, but even that strange topic became Rika’s charm.

Of course, Lee Soo-rim has never paid attention to the unjust legacies or karma of the former imperial states throughout his life.

“Director Park.”

After such a strange topic, the common topic between Rika and Lee Soo-rim finally came up on the table.

Rika brought up Seongpil’s name naturally, as if she was talking about something like imperialism.

“Have you completely forgotten!”

“If forgetting is a rational emotion, then yes.”

“Have you got a new lover?”

“yes.”

“Congratulations!”

“Thank you. Are you curious about Seongpil’s story?”

Rika showed her hand with a faint smile. She placed her index finger and thumb together and then spread them apart so that there was a gap the size of a coin.

“A little?”

“I don’t think you’re curious about his sexual preferences.”

“Ah, I’m really curious!”

“I won’t tell him because I feel sorry for him.”

“What kind of person was Director Park!”

“He was a good man. Didn’t I tell you this before?”

The reason Lee Soo-rim broke up with Seong-pil was because she was too happy when she was with him. Being with him made her feel like she was settling for the present and would give up on her dreams.

Of course, Rika remembered that story.

“How did you feel when you broke up, Director Park?”

“What do you think it would have been like?”

Rika concluded by synthesizing her own experiences and the members’ stories.

“Did you cry while hanging on the bridge?”

“No. It was clean.”

It was really unexpected.

Seongpil is sincere in his dreams. Naturally, he would be sincere in love as well.

Even if the other person breaks up, it seems like he’s the type of person who would try to change their mind by saying, “I can’t let you go until I let you go.”

“When I said I wanted to break up, he just nodded without asking why. He kept his mouth shut for about a minute.”

“Uh, that’s… … .”

Wasn’t Seongpil also looking at the possibility of breaking up?

“I told him the reason, roughly, because my feet were numb. I couldn’t focus on my dream if I was with you. He looked a little gloomy, then nodded again. It was heartbreaking.”

“I guess so… … .”

Lee Soo-rim chose dreams over love.

As a result, his dream came true. There are about 200 painters in Korea who can make a living just by painting.

Lee Soo-rim is one of them.

“At the same time, I became very narcissistic.”

“Narcissism?”

“Wouldn’t it be? I’m a person who can give up love for my dreams. I’m this serious about my life. Should I call it self-hypnosis… … . Isn’t it strange?”

“I understand! I feel that way often when I practice until dawn!”

“But the reason I felt that way is also thanks to Seongpil.”

“Director Park?”

Lee Soo-rim smiled brightly and rested her elbows on the table.

“There’s something about his eyes. He looks at me with such admiration. He nods his head as if he understands because he admires me.”

Like a scene from a movie.

Seongpil understood her dream, and because he understood, he chose to break up. No, it was because he harbored a longing that went beyond understanding.

“He looked at me as if to say, ‘You’re so bright,’ and even thinking about it now gives me goosebumps.”

The brilliance of dreams is completed by the admiration of others.

It was not strange that Lee Soo-rim was self-absorbed. Rika understood her well.

Rika knew better than anyone the magical power of dreams that Seongpil’s voice and eyes gave him.

“Thinking back… … I wonder if I could have done both… … .”

Rika didn’t properly hear Lee Soo-rim’s small regrets. Instead, she recalled what Seong-pil had said in the past.

‘Isn’t it beautiful that so many talented people devote their souls to art, so that they can find other ways to eat well and live well?’

Not only Rika, but also other members have heard stories with similar nuances from Sungpil at least once.

This thought must be deeply embedded in Seongpil’s mind. And the reason is probably… .

“Anyway, that’s it.”

Rika looked at Isu-rim, who was sipping tea.

The reason Sungpil loves talent that burns the soul and shines may be because of this person.

Meeting Lee Soo-rim may have torn Seong-pil apart from the ground up.

To become a human who seeks light forever.

Perhaps the light he is chasing is a value much higher than love. No, it must be a value higher than love.

Just like Lee Soo-rim.

* * *

Yuuto, who returned to his studio after finishing practice at the company, was dumbfounded.

There was a huge rectangular object wrapped in stiff paper in front of the door. It was blocking the door, so you couldn’t get in unless you moved it.

“Eh, eek… … .”

I wonder who misplaced it?

“Yuu-chan!”

Yuuto was startled when he suddenly heard Rika’s voice. He was so surprised that he fell on his buttocks and kicked his feet back as if pushing off the ground.

All the fluorescent lights in the one-room hallway turned on due to Yuuto’s violent movements.

“Who, sister?”

“Thank goodness you arrived just in time!”

“What, what time?”

“What time is it! Of course it’s the time when Yuu-chan comes! Okay!”

Rika tapped the wrapped rectangular object with her palm.

“Move this inside the house!”

“……huh?”

“hurry!”

Yuuto, not knowing what was going on, moved the object into the house with Rika.

The studio was already cramped, but when Rika and an oddly large object took up space, it was almost suffocating.

Rika opened the package with scissors and took out the items hidden inside.

It was a picture.

“Wow, what is this?”

“It’s Director Park! I bought it!”

“awesome.”

“From now on, I’ll leave this drawing to Yuu-chan!”

“……huh?”

“Please take good care of it! It’s precious!”

“Ah… … Well, it doesn’t really matter… … .”

Yuuto has been accustomed to Rika’s antics since long ago. He is not surprised by this.

By the way, what surprised Yuuto the most was that Rika took adult magazines from a pile of waste paper that was about to be thrown away on the street and put them under Yuuto’s bed.

Yuuto was shocked when his mother caught him with that. Before he knew it, the space under his bed had become a paradise of adult magazines.

His mother said, “That could be true,” but Yuuto felt so wronged that he even cried.

Since then, Yuuto doesn’t get surprised by anything. But he can’t help but feel flustered.

“I think it would be better to put it here!”

Rika placed the picture next to Yuuto’s desk.

This is where Yuuto planned to put the bookshelf he bought later. Since there was no bookshelf in the studio apartment, the books Yuuto personally bought were stored like a pile of books in a used bookstore.

“The atmosphere is surprisingly lively?”

“Right? Be happy!”

Yuuto was delighted.

If it weren’t for this adaptability, Rika’s younger sister would not have survived.

“But this is Director Park?”

“Yeah, they look alike, right?”

“Um… … art is difficult.”

“Yuu-chan, you should also cultivate an aesthetic eye like mine (Atashi)! Ah, I’m hungry. Is there anything to eat?”

Rika ran to the refrigerator.

When I opened the fridge, all I found was salad, boiled sweet potatoes, and eggs. When I opened the freezer, there was a pile of chicken breast and chicken breast fried rice.

“… … Is this how you live?”

“It’s surprisingly delicious. It’s also good for your health. Want some?”

“Never eat it!”

Rika was worried about her younger brother.

The company provides meals, but do you only eat that kind of food when you’re at home?

I wonder if it’s healthy… … .

“… … .”

Rika looked at the parallel bars and dumbbells occupying the corner of the studio, and the horizontal bar hanging from the crack of the bathroom door.

And I also saw Yuuto’s chest muscles, which had become more muscular than before.

Looks healthy.

Yuuto’s role model is said to be Snow White, and that might really be the case. Of course, the reason Yuuto chose Snow White as his role model is because of her position as the main vocalist… … .

“Yuu-chan, how are you these days?”

“What do you think?”

“Do you think you can debut?”

“I don’t know about that.”

“You can’t have that kind of mindset! You have to say that you absolutely have to debut!”

“Oh, oh, right. Sorry… … .”

“Throw away your lack of confidence! You’re going to debut and become famous as sibling idols! I’m also in the process of manipulating the directors’ subconscious to make sure you get picked for the debut group!”

“Are you doing something like that?!”

Whenever Rika talks to Seongpil, Son Hyebin, and Hong Gyuheon, she always mentions Yuuto’s name.

It’s about implanting Yuuto into their subconscious.

“That’s cowardly!”

“Cowardice? Are you calling my sister’s efforts cowardly?”

“Oh, no, that’s not what I meant… … .”

Actually, that’s what it means.

Yuuto thought of Baek Soo-hyun. A fellow trainee who had even shed tears because of his older sister’s halo.

Thinking about him, I couldn’t just say ‘Thank you, big sister’ to what Rika said.

“What about Korean?”

“how…….”

“This isn’t going to happen! I’ll teach you ‘how to choose the debut group that will eventually win’!”

“Are you by any chance trying to get a dogeza from the director on the street?”

“How about that?!”

Rika didn’t want to see Yuuto kneel on the street and bury his forehead in the ground. Even if he did that, it was unlikely that he would be selected for the debut group.

“A bit of… artist’s disease?”

“Artist’s disease?”

“Yeah! This is how you’re going to act from now on! It’s the attitude of, ‘There’s only idols in my life. I can overcome any hardship to become an idol. Even if it means burning my soul.’”

“I don’t quite understand… … .”

“And an independent attitude!”

“I don’t know anymore. What does it mean for a trainee to have an independent attitude?”

“hmm…….”

I don’t know Rica either.

If you think about it, each member of the Girls’ League is different. I don’t even know what criteria they were chosen by.

However, there is one thing I know from my experience with Sungpil. The light he demands from his trainees and idols is…

“It’s the courage to throw away even the most precious thing!”

“The most precious thing?”

“Love or something?”

“What is that? Are you saying that after dating someone, we have no choice but to break up? We shouldn’t be dating in the first place.”

“It’s difficult… … In short, it’s effort! If you do that, the director will be really upset!”

“In other words, does that mean I can’t get hired if I maintain work-life balance?”

What kind of black company is this?

“What kind of work-life balance is this! Yuu-chan is challenging a test with a lower probability than the National Civil Service (a Japanese high-ranking civil service examination that combines Korea’s Foreign Affairs, Administrative, and Judicial Examinations)! Do you think those people passed while maintaining a work-life balance? No! Not at all!”

“There aren’t that many trainees… … .”

“Debuting isn’t the end! You have to climb the ladder as an idol! You have to have another job to maintain work-life balance! Is that all you can dream of, Yuu-chan?”

No. Yuuto came to Korea with the determination to give up everything.

But, I have already set foot on Korean soil with that level of determination, so how can I make more effort?

What Rika said was too abstract.

Throw away something precious.

Try your best.

Burn your soul.

“Then what did you give up, sister?”

“Me? Um… … I didn’t give up! I just put it off for a while!”

“what?”

“love!”

“The dating ban has been lifted.”

“We have to postpone it longer. Only then can we reach it.”

There was even a sense of tragedy in Rika’s voice as she spoke. I could feel the determination of a human being who had thrown away, or rather postponed, something truly precious in order to aim for the top.

“You shouldn’t be hasty.”

Yuuto looked at Rika again.

Isn’t it about constantly honing yourself and living an ascetic life until you become a top idol?

Kill your present desires and follow reason.

That was enough to be a role model for someone.

“The time will come eventually.”

* * *

“I like Seiko-san.”

Seongpil said so.

Those words echoed inside Jang Ha-yang’s heart and amplified continuously. The amplified sound waves pounded Jang Ha-yang’s heart as if it were going to burst.

The fluorescent lights on the central staircase are off, so Seongpil’s face cannot be seen.

I want to see his face.

Jang Ha-yang moved her trembling hands upward. The sensor that detected her movement turned on the light.

His face appeared again.

It’s no different than before. It’s still frozen, serious, and dense with emotions that don’t allow even a single gap.

he is.

‘Humanly.’

He did not add the words.

Seongpil simply said, ‘I like Seiko.’

The word ‘like’ can be interpreted in many ways.

You can like them as a friend, you can like them as a person, you can like them as a teacher, and you can like them as a lover.

If Sungpil didn’t want to be misunderstood, he would have added words like ‘humanly’ or ‘as a friend’.

But it doesn’t add anything.

Seongpil just looks at Jang Ha-yang.

‘I don’t think so.’

Jang Ha-yang has never seen Seong-pil in love. But she can imagine what it would be like if he did.

Seongpil, who was looking at Seiko, at least did not have feelings of love. That’s what I thought, that’s what I believed, and that’s what I hoped for.

However, Seongpil says something that could cause a lot of misunderstandings, and without even providing a secondary explanation, he just looks at Jang Ha-yang.

“ah…….”

A faint moan escaped Jang Ha-yang’s lips. Soon, she felt her body getting hot. Sweat was dripping down her back.

‘I know.’

Jang Ha-yang realized one fact.

‘You know it.’

As soon as she swallowed, sweat began to form on her hands.

‘The director… … .’

Seongpil knows what Jang Ha-yang loves.

Suddenly, an epiphany came to me.

Or is it perception?

Just a guess.

Is it an estimate?

Is it intuition?

Jang Ha-yang wiped his hands on his pants. His hands were so sweaty and uncomfortable that he couldn’t stand it any longer.

What should I do?

If Sungpil knew that he loved him, and that was why this situation unfolded.

‘What should I do?’

Jang Ha-yang doesn’t know anything about love.

All the forms of love she knew took the form of romance novels, dramas, and movies.

And in such media, love is mostly realized through a man’s confession.

Women naturally ‘seduce’ men. Even if they are not conscious of it, as time goes by between the two, the man eventually becomes aware of his feelings for her.

A man who realizes his love for a woman approaches her, and thus the romance novel is completed.

However, what if a man who realizes a woman’s love does not accept it?

What about romance novels?

“therefore.”

Seongpil raised his voice.

Jang Ha-yang woke up from the fever-induced daze and came to his senses. The scattered images of Seong-pil came together as one.

“Hayang, I can’t grant you the favor you asked. Not just Seiko-san, but you have no say in my interpersonal relationships. That is… … .”

Seongpil let go of the hand he was holding weakly.

Jang Ha-yang thought that he was trying to draw a line. It felt like he was trying to express his intentions with the gesture of drawing a line.

“Let’s not talk about our relationship or anything like that. It’s not polite. It’s just like what you said, it’s presumptuous. You can say it. I don’t like that person. Of course you can say that. But saying ‘I don’t like you, so break up the relationship’… … .”

At that time, Jang Ha-yang acted almost unconsciously.

She clasped her hands together, raised the corners of her mouth, and smiled.

And he tried to speak in a voice that seemed fragile and ready to break at any moment. Just like when he had been a trainee and had longed for Sungpil’s support and belief.

It was as if she had gone back to being the same person she was four years ago.

‘You have to say sorry. You have to say sorry. Right now. Right now.’

This was the judgment that Jang Ha-yang’s instincts made.

Apologize and ask for his mercy.

Jang Ha-yang couldn’t handle his anger, his displeasure, his hostility, or his irritation. He didn’t want to handle it. He didn’t want to handle it.

So I ask for forgiveness.

All I could do was ask for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry… … ” I tried to say.

In an instant, Jang Ha-yang’s reason overpowered his instincts. They say reason is the servant of desire. But at this moment, reason won.

Reason speaks.

You shouldn’t apologize.

Look further.

* * *

Jang Ha-yang’s eyebrows seem to be blazing with anger.

Her eyes held clear hostility.

“all right.”

Jang Ha-yang’s voice is cold.

“We, no.”

Jang Ha-yang denied the term ‘we’ as if cutting ties with the Girls’ League.

“Despite the respect I have for you, I cannot respect your feelings. I don’t know what you mean by liking Seiko-senpai, but that’s not a reason for me to dislike you.”

Jang Ha-yang took a step towards Seong-pil.

“Director Park is my benefactor. I will dedicate my life to repay that debt. I almost lost my benefactor, Director Park, because of Seiko-senpai. Even now, when I think back on that time, I get so angry that I feel like I could go crazy. I think it would be even more crazy if the Director forgave Seiko-senpai. I long for the warmth that the Director has, but… … .”

A look of disgust appears in her eyes.

“Honestly, I can’t understand the director for forgiving Seiko-senpai after all that happened. Isn’t he just a fool?”

Seongpil had nothing to say.

“Of course, thanks to the dedication of the director, we got the full support of Webex. So that’s the end of the exchange. The director doesn’t need to worry about Seiko-senpai anymore. But the director can’t let go of Seiko-senpai. It’s just because he’s such an idiot… … .”

Jang Ha-yang passed Seong-pil with annoyance.

“Do as you wish, Director. If that is what makes you happy, then enjoy it as much as you want. But.”

Jang Ha-yang’s footsteps stopped.

“… … No. I don’t have anything else to say.”

Her footsteps were heard again behind her.

Seongpil asked in a sad voice.

“I’ll give you a ride… … .”

“No need.”

So Jang Ha-yang left.

Seongpil was left standing blankly on the central staircase.

He knew that the members of the Girls’ League hated Seiko. Jang Ha-yang and Shin A-reum in particular almost detested Seiko, so he thought that this day would come someday.

But on the other hand, Seongpil felt relieved.

It was because of Jang Ha-yang’s reaction.

‘Ha-yang loves me… … .’

No, that’s not true.

Hong Gyu-heon is said to have always kept a close eye on Jang Ha-yang. When he accepted her as a trainee, he even asked her if she liked Sung-pil.

Others who saw Jang Ha-yang’s behavior toward Seong-pil also raised questions like, ‘What if?’ Jang Ha-yang’s behavior toward Seong-pil was certainly not normal, so it was natural to have such questions.

Those who had been watching the two closely for a long time had also asked Seongpil about this question.

Seongpil, every time that happens.

‘What nonsense are you talking about?’

He said.

That makes sense, they are 10 years apart.

Besides, Jang Ha-yang is a person who shines beyond comparison to Seong Pil.

If Sungpil hears other people’s stories and says, “Hayang-i me? Hmm, I think so too,” he has nothing to say even if he is called a terminal axe-wielder.

But, every time I saw and felt Jang Ha-yang’s smile, distance, and gestures towards Seong-pil, I couldn’t help but feel confused.

‘Is this guy really?’

Because I had the same thought.

It was a certain distance and atmosphere.

And Jang Ha-yang’s feelings were something that Seong-pil could not possibly tolerate.

An idol loves a producer? How do people think about it?

Anything that is said or not will come out. For example, Sungpil threatened Jang Hayang with his power, or Jang Hayang did pink business against Sungpil.

It will forever remain a stain on the Girls’ League and a disgrace to Garo Enter.

That is, if Jang Ha-yang really loves Seong-pil and has been seducing him… … .

‘Ha-Yang ignored the dramatic damage that the Girls’ League and Garo Enter would suffer.’

The relationship between Sungpil and Jang Ha-yang will have a ripple effect that is on a different level than the spread of a typical dating rumor.

Of course, when the contract ends?

Oh, go ahead and say that.

But, while the ban on dating was still in place and the Girls’ League was under threat, Jang Ha-yang continued to seduce Sung-pil out of love, which means this.

‘No matter what happens to the group and the company, I want to fulfill my love.’

Seriously, it’s making my blood run cold.

There is something fans often say when rumors of an idol’s relationship come out.

‘Isn’t it a bit much to be dating at a time when you should be focusing on your career?’ That feeling stems from jealousy, but it’s also a wish that the idols you’re obsessed with will focus on their main careers rather than dating.

The reason I cheer for idols is because I want them to reach the top. And I love idols who work hard to get to the top.

I became a fan because I wanted them to reach the top.

But that idol.

‘They say love is the greatest undertaking in life. Idols are important, and fans are important, but the love next to me is also important. And that person is my producer. I know how it will look, but I can’t help my feelings.’

So, inevitably, Garo Enter will be torn apart.

Moreover, if Jang Ha-yang’s telling Seong-pil to ‘cut off ties with Seiko’ was motivated by love.

It is no longer a good idea to leave it alone. It needs to be checked and taken action.

So I checked.

“… … Hmm.”

Seongpil stopped thinking there.

The logical castle that Seongpil had been building up until just now was actually a way to hide his shame.

‘I’ve misunderstood for so long… … .’

I had this misunderstanding for a long time that Jang Ha-yang might love me.

Of course, I didn’t necessarily interpret the intimacy Jang Ha-yang showed as love. If I had, I wouldn’t have been able to continue to be close to her.

In the past, Seongpil said he would become Jang Hayang’s family. Jang Hayang also said she would consider Seongpil as her family.

The bond between the two was a bloodless one of natural ties.

But Seongpil sometimes misunderstood that sense of distance. It can’t be helped. The other person is Jang Ha-yang…

‘Yeah, that’s right.’

Seongpil washed his face with a dry cloth.

Honestly, I’m embarrassed.

Yeah, there’s no way Hayang would love me.

No, it is possible to make that mistake. However, in order to test Jang Ha-yang’s mind, he boldly declared, “I like Seiko-san,” and even waited quietly for her reaction.

It was necessary, but the result is as you can see.

If Jang Ha-yang loved Seong-pil, she wouldn’t have been able to maintain her composure after hearing those words. At least, she wouldn’t have been filled with disgust like before.

Seongpil wiped his face with his palm.

“Yeah, that can’t be… … .”

In her previous life, Jo Ara loved Seongpil.

It was truly a miracle.

Jo Ah-ra was so taken with Sung-pil that she didn’t even notice the 12-year age difference.

Such a miracle will never happen again.

Seongpil admitted that he had overestimated his own charm because of his past life experiences.

Jang Ha-yang’s intimacy has been interpreted as a parent-child relationship, but doesn’t that have its limits? For example, there were clear signs that they spent time together at a private resort before…

‘Hmm, yeah, it was dear.’

No, Jang Ha-yang expressed it as respect. Anyway, that’s what he said.

Seongpil had to crouch down in place and suppress his embarrassment for quite some time.

After the embarrassment subsided, I began to worry about how I would face Jang Ha-yang starting tomorrow. Starting tomorrow, Jang Ha-yang would not be as kind to Seong-pil as before.

* * *

Tomoe came into the studio early in the morning.

I turned on the light.

“Gyaaaah!”

Tomoe screamed.

Because Jang Ha-yang was lying on the sofa like a corpse with a gaunt expression.

“Oh, are you alive, Unnie?!”

“……uh.”

Even the voice sounded like a dead person.

If it were now, she could appear in a movie like ‘Night of the Living Dead’ right away. Her face and aura were that messed up.

“You didn’t go home after finishing work yesterday? Were you at the office the whole time?”

“uh…….”

“Oh, that, so, oh, are you sure you can work today? You need to rest… or not?”

Jang Ha-yang sat on the sofa, blinking. She picked up the bass guitar.

“If I don’t work now… … .”

Jang Ha-yang closed both eyes tightly.

When the dry eyeball met the eyelid, tears burst out.

“I think I’m going crazy… … .”