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liness? Or rather, when di
my grandmother, loneline
est thing for a
so much already? Or is it holding on to the only
rue for me. My grandm
nd I left this c
m me. Even the cause of their deaths was hidden away
til much later that
ast wish. Returning to this cursed place to
o. But my grandmother was always an extraordinary woman. So all I can sa
et life carry me. I need to accept that she's
ving along the icy road tow
ly goal was to reach the cabin as fast as possible. Soon, in the middle of the snow-co
pen, examining the engine. The closer I got, the more I wondered. Despit
hostility had rubbed off on me, I guess. But damn it. I couldn't be as cruel as t
rted shivering. It felt like my nose had frozen solid and was about to fall off. Fine, I'm the type w
and called out, "Hey, loo
and looked at me. His gaze felt colder
was incredibly handsome. Breathtaking, even. Jet black hair, dark sil
. Only a little. Don't
d and looked at me. A sly, flir
I'm stranded," he sai
windshield. Actually embedded. The strange thing was, did this
tree into your windshield like a giant toothp
ong time ago." Then his eyes fixed on me with a meaningful look. "Th
tory lesson. But I don't think I can find
do have a vehicle. If you want,
. Then something strange happened. For a moment, I could
uble, I'd be gr
called back, "It's no trouble as long as you don't
and came over. The moment he got in, his expression changed.
he said, "I guess you
? Not everyone has to be as grumpy and cold as
ct these thought
I said with a smile
stances, being watched by a man this handsome might feel flattering. But
that out?" Glancing at him briefly
miled sheepishly. "Sorry. You're just so
erent. I'm starting to think I have 'I'm a s
augh. He seemed to
s sarcastic?" he as
the words just spilled out. "Let's call it my way of camouflagi
ut this man's face showed neither surprise nor anything else. As if he already knew. Yet no one ha
asked, "I'm sorry. Did
hought of my grandmother, I felt anger stirring in my eyes, and I did
n why are you stil
ike being interrogated. His question, "Why didn't you leave?" wa
mocking expression, and said, "For Chris
ked as if he understood I was mocking him. T
stopped the car. He got out and came t
's Joe,"
y hand. "Eva
changed. I could see the sly grin on his f
to kill me, and they'd used that same phrase. What the hell was this "Rose girl" business? Every person I ran into called
on the sidewalk, suddenly came running over, pointed his finger, and shout
my grandmother had taught me. I stuck my head ou
sease. I don't even know you. Stop talking about m
I added with a mocking smirk, "Well, I talked to yo
w mirror I could see the man's face bright red with r
s about to witness just how stu
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