Sejin casually turned to Yura, extending his hand.
“Let’s go inside, Yura.”
His actions were already too personal, and even the words he uttered were appalling. His demeanor seemed as if he didn’t care about anything because they were not at the company.
Yura ignored his hand and repeated the line she had used too often.
“Please use proper honorifics, Pianist Oh Sejin.”
Sejin glanced at his manager, seemingly thinking his formal behavior was because of him.
“Jinwoo knows about us. It’s okay.”
It was a misplaced assumption. Yura looked at him with contempt, wondering what made him think it was appropriate to say such things so casually. His levity was infuriating.
“I am uncomfortable.”
“Then, Jinwoo, wait outside.”
“Yes? Oh, okay.”
Manager Goh left awkwardly, and Yura was baffled by Sejin’s way of projecting his displeasure caused by her onto someone else. It seemed as if he was trying to instill guilt in Yura for making him feel bad, and hence his manager had to bear the brunt.
What had changed Sejin to behave so pettily? Or was he always like this, and she just hadn’t noticed? Yura’s discomfort grew as she contemplated the changed demeanor of Sejin.
“You’ve changed a lot.”
“Have you started to take an interest in me now?”
Whether she wanted to or not, being entangled in a professional relationship made Oh Sejin a subject of Jin Yura’s attention. But it seemed that the type of attention wasn’t to his liking.
Yura smirked dismissively.
“How old are you, seeking attention by bothering someone?”
“If it bothers you, stop being so stubborn.”
Suddenly, Sejin’s eyes sparkled with a faint smile. It was a strange, unfamiliar look, chilling enough to strike Yura with the illusion that she was looking at someone else.
Yura, thinking she might be overly sensitive, followed him without further response.
As she remembered what the old practice room was like, the fresh scent of grass stimulated her senses. It felt as if she were standing in a vast meadow.
Looking around, Yura saw numerous plants scattered throughout the space. Small pots were displayed on shelves by the wide windows, and the wall without windows was decorated with various plants using wooden frames.
Even the small terrace was filled with a variety of potted plants, resembling a miniature botanical garden.
Yura once told Sejin how she loved the refreshing scent of plants and dreamed of having a small greenhouse. It seemed like the eco-friendly practice room was designed remembering her wish. It looked pleasing, but there was no more thrill in it for her.
Yura instinctively felt she had to be cautious about every small gesture and meaningless word towards Sejin, who was now unpredictable. She was determined not to create any unnecessary connections or illusions.
Standing by the sunny window, she noticed a familiar piano.
“Do you remember this piano?”
Sejin gently stroked the piano with a nostalgic touch. In contrast, Yura only stared without any emotional stir.
“It was hard to get. You wanted to buy it for me, but it was quite expensive for us back then.”
That piano was well known to Yura. Good memories or bad experiences, for Yura, it was just a part of her past.
After a fierce confrontation with her father and being cut off from family support, it wasn’t easy for Yura, a struggling student, and Sejin, a poor college student, to afford even this modest piano.
By the time she had finally saved up for it, Sejin was no longer in Korea. Thus, to Yura, this piano was an unpleasant reminder of that painful time.
“It seems a bit lacking for practice purposes.”
“I’ve ordered a different piano, but it hasn’t arrived yet. For now, this will do.”
Yura nodded lightly, not wanting to add more to the conversation. She was here for his piano practice, not to indulge in unwanted reminiscing. As she was about to step aside for his practice, Sejin said something unexpectedly.
“I thought of you every time I saw this piano.”
Yura’s patience snapped at this uninvited topic.
Thinking of whom, now? Did he think the old Yura would turn back into her naive self, shedding tears of joy at his words? She could only laugh in disbelief.
“I still love you.”
Yura turned away sharply, meeting his gaze with a look colder and more distant than ever before.
Sejin’s attempt to show tender affection with his damp, wistful eyes only appeared profoundly hypocritical to Yura.
If not for their professional relationship as a musician and a concert planner, she would have wanted to slap him fiercely. Sweat seeped from her tightly clenched fists.
A bland, emotionless voice, devoid of any lingering affection or resentment, flowed from Yura.
“I have no feelings [for you].”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
