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      TIN 19

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      by Emerlyn "Why are you looking at me like that?" But I couldn't exactly ask him that. What would I say? ‘Do you know I'm that “hyung” from back then?’ He had already noticed, and was just pretending not to know, wasn’t he? "It's nothing." At least I didn't get shot. After witnessing such a scene, I couldn't easily bring up the topic. "I was just looking." No, the truth was it wasn’t just that. Honestly, it wouldn't be too difficult to prove I was the same person. There are many memories…
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      TIN 18

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      by Emerlyn This excuse about getting lost on the way never changed, did it? Perhaps Henry learned it from watching Joo Do-hwa. They both had a kind way of speaking, but the actual content wasn’t always very considerate. Thinking about this a little further, I noticed there was something off about the situation. "But why do you use honorifics with me?" When I was younger, he had addressed me bluntly. If he was going to treat me like that "brother" from before, he shouldn't be using honorifics. I thought it…
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      TIN 17

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      by Emerlyn It wasn't long after that the child had brought me to the villa. The child, who had been taking care of my clothes and food and staying by my side this whole time, gradually showed a more familiar side. One of those things was occasionally confiding their innermost thoughts to me. ‘I don't actually live here.’ The child said they had come to the seaside for recuperation. This grand mansion was just a vacation home, and they would return home once they had fully recovered. That was the reason why…
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      TIN 16

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      by Emerlyn Gasp! A strangled sound escaped the son as he choked and gasped for air. Before he could even let out a scream, he froze up, becoming as rigid as a board. The droplets of blood that burst from his father splattering across his pale skin like paint. "You should have known your limits." It was a shockingly gruesome sight. A crimson liquid sprayed wildly from behind the middle-aged man standing there. Beneath the limp body lay a pool of blood soaking into the pristine white marble. The talkative…
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