[Eddie.]

Seeing the name on the mobile screen, Yeon Kyung shook her head.

“How does he manage to time it so perfectly?”
[Have you been waiting for my call?] “No way! It’s not that, I’m just curious about something like you, but I’m busy now. Talk later, okay?”
After ending the call, Yeon Kyung tapped her forehead. Looking at the boxes relocated to the second floor, they seemed even bigger.

With no markings on the surface, there was no choice but to open each one. She thought that to finish tidily, it might take another day.

“Who’s that woman, sis? Totally my style.”
“Ji Seob, you’re all sweaty right now.”
“So, isn’t it sexier?”
“Uh why are all the men around me like this?”
“Hey, what’s wrong! Who’s that woman?”
“Who do you think she is? That deer with a fragile neck is now in the territory of some beast, isn’t she?”
“Holy, Jae Ha hyung? Is he cheating on his fiancee? Right out in the open? Or secretly? How do you know, sis?”
“You’re noisy. Look for a box with a tracksuit or Tshirt.”

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Eun Jo was clearing the empty cups when Yeon Kyung reappeared.

She had disappeared to the second floor with the men following the boxes, and now came back with a grey tshirt.

“Put this on. Instead of the pretty blouse.”
“This? Where did this come from…….”
“This one can be thrown away.”
“…….”
“Eun Jo. It’s just that… Kwon Jae Ha has a lot of clothes. Not only clothes. Shoes and watches, as if he’s a model. Anyway, because of this….”
Yeon Kyung, who had been chipper all along, suddenly trailed off. She was cute and a nice person. Eun Jo gave her a bright smile.

“I’m good at organizing. Don’t worry, thank you for the clothes.”
“Ah, I don’t know. I’ll just leave it to you for now.”
Seeming to hold back something she wanted to say, Yeon Kyung fumbled with her lips for a moment and then left.

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Eun Jo was standing in a dressing room the size of at least six living rooms of her own apartment.

[Eun Jo. It’s just that… Kwon Jae Ha has a lot of clothes. Not only clothes, but also shoes and accessories.]

“……It’s really big.”
After saying so, she couldn’t help but laugh.

It was really big.

She was 21 years old. Around the time her second year of college summer break started, she remembered saying the same thing when she first stepped into Kwon Jae Ha’s apartment.

“……”
Eun Jo, looking down at a box full of round cookies, blinked slowly. Quite different from her own heart, which held neither color nor scent.

Yeon Kyung, who had hurriedly come back, spoke with a strangely calm voice.

[You can’t finish this all today alone. You know what I mean, right? And, these are super tasty. I was planning to give them to you before I leave. So…… I’m really going now.]

She must have thought I looked pitiful. Eun Jo, who smiled blandly, placed the fancy cookies on the display shelf.

“Ha, where should I start?”
All the boxes were open and there were several suits hanging in the storage closet next to where she was standing.

Though they had been well packaged, the state of the wrinkled clothes suggested they might have come straight from the US.

[Suit tops, bottoms.] [Dress shirts.] [Neckties to hang on hooks.] [Casual shirts, casual pants.] [Knitwear, denim pants.] [As you can see, shoe rack.] [Yes, shoes go here too. There are disgustingly many.] [Just do it roughly!] [The password for the carrier containing watches, accessories, and other valuables is 1111.]

There were many kind memos that Yeon Kyung had left. Eun Jo alternately looked at the grey shortsleeved tshirt in her hand and her own reflection in the mirror.

Emptying all the clothes from the boxes and even steaming them.

She wanted to change her unhelpful tight skirt to comfortable trousers, but while thinking ‘where could she freely move her arms’, she undid the buttons of her blouse.

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Then, for a good while after that, she moved diligently, comforting herself with the thought, ‘Eun Jo, you’re showing amazing mental strength.’

“Ouch!”
That was until just before she nearly lost grip of the steam iron handle, due to the strength draining from her wrist.

Trying to catch it reflexively, Eun Jo jerked backwards.

Like an idiot!

Eun Jo, who had switched off the twisting, snakelike machine, scowled while looking at the quickly reddening back of her hand.

But, thanks to that, she felt like taking a break.

So she decided to start with the easy tasks.

Eun Jo approached the shoe boxes visible on the opposite side.

For a good while after that, she neatly placed one pair after another of the handsome, polished, highquality shoes, which resembled their owner, on the shelf.

Following that, she placed the casual clothes, for which she had skipped the steaming process, in their respective places.

“Phew…….”
Finally, the last carrier.

Items wrapped in bubble wrap were obviously expensive.

Eun Jo gently took them out and placed them on top of the glass case for now.