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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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“Why do you come here every day?”
I really couldn’t understand. Seriously.
In my previous life, this club room was a space filled only with the sound of pencils scratching.
Few people came and went, and no one paid attention to it except for Tae-su oppa, who was stuck here.
“Ah… um… that’s…”
This man, who was scratching his head and couldn’t answer with an awkward expression.
Choi In-wook, who was my ex-husband in my previous life.
And I was his third ex-wife.
“Just because… I like it here?”
What’s there to like about this place?
There isn’t even proper conversation going on, and you like that?
Then go see Yoon Ha-rin or Yoo Si-hwa, whom you like so much.
He would sit here every day, draw, and then leave.
“I don’t know. Do whatever you want.”
Honestly, he hadn’t done anything wrong to me in his academy student days yet.
He wasn’t even married to anyone yet. No, he wasn’t even dating, and he hadn’t done anything to hurt my feelings.
But that didn’t mean the resentment from my previous life disappeared like melting snow.
Although it’s a bit better now, at first, when I saw his face at the academy, I couldn’t hold back the nausea.
It was disgusting.
I was going to carry both the fact he wanted to hide and the not-so-welcome title of being his third wife, but what he showed me was overwhelmingly disappointing.
Especially on the day I opened his cell phone, I couldn’t control my anger at all.
I wasn’t the type of person who could coolly let bygones be bygones.
Perhaps this was also proof of how much I liked him.
I had to admit what I had to admit.
Ha… This man in front of my eyes wouldn’t know that, but his actions…
“…So Ye-na. This is about my friend…”
The recent series of Choi In-wook’s stories about someone he knows.
I knew he was an insensitive man originally, but anyone could see it was his own story.
No matter what answer I gave him, he would flinch and get overly immersed, almost advertising that it was his own story.
“Why are you telling me about your friend?”
I didn’t really want to know.
Because I could clearly see who the main character and the leading roles of that story were.
Choi In-wook. Yoon Ha-rin. Yoo Si-hwa.
I didn’t know why, but I, who was given a new life, didn’t want to get entangled with these people like that.
Especially every time I heard Yoo Si-hwa’s name, I was sick and tired of it.
“No. Actually, what you told me last time really helped a lot.”
“…How do you know that?”
“Ah! Not me, but that friend said it really helped a lot…”
Please… just say it’s your story.
I momentarily wanted to slap my forehead at the headache crawling up.
If he were a meticulous person, he wouldn’t have left the search history of his ex-wives like that, nor would he have left his phone unlocked.
And the most foolish thing was myself who liked that kind of him.
Honestly speaking, this kind of bearish side of him was also attractively appealing to me.
The gap that came when a man, who was known for his strength and was one of the top in the hunter world, occasionally showed a bumbling side that wasn’t even as good as a C-rank hunter, had a strange charm to me.
Of course, I knew from my teenage years that my taste wasn’t normal.
What sane young lady would enter the academy and draw monster pictures because she likes monster pictures?
But there was a limit to having unique tastes too.
I had no affection to give to a guy who snooped on his ex-girlfriend’s accounts.
“I’m really not interested, so if you’re not going to draw, stop coming to the club room.”
In the first place, this room was assigned to me so that I could draw comfortably.
You think I’ll give Choi In-wook’s lovey-dovey relationship counseling?
“But the president doesn’t really come here to draw either…”
Choi In-wook trailed off.
But what he said was true.
Oh Tae-su. That bastard president comes here with a blanket every day and rolls around, so it was obvious how the new members would think about the club.
“Do you want to draw quietly? Or leave?”
I spoke bluntly.
At my firm words, Choi In-wook’s figure shrank, and it was honestly a bit cute, but I had no intention of obediently listening to him.
“…I’ll draw.”
With those words, Choi In-wook turned his back, picked up a canvas with powerless steps, and started drawing.
Actually, in my previous life, I had never seen him drawing.
To begin with, I didn’t even know if he had any interest in drawing.
I couldn’t understand why he joined this unknown club.
What was certain was that the drawing skills he had shown so far…
It made me realize once again that God was fair.
I wondered if the world had taken away his brilliant brain and various hand skills in exchange for his decent looks and strong combat power.
I crossed my arms for a moment and watched him sketching.
My painting was almost complete, and I was waiting for the paint to dry anyway, so I had nothing to do.
But had it even been a minute since he picked up the pencil?
Unable to bear to watch his drawing with my eyes open, I ended up opening my mouth.
“Stop.”
Even though I spoke in a low voice, he didn’t stop his hand.
…As I quietly approached him, what caught my eye was his expression of complete concentration.
I thought I’d just leave him alone since he was concentrating so much, but the moment I shifted my gaze to the drawing, the thought that this madness needed to be stopped came rushing in.
“Hey. Choi In-wook. Wait a second.”
In the end, I stopped him.
“Hm? Why?”
He turned his head and looked at me.
“Sigh…”
I dragged a spare chair and sat next to him.
After quickly checking the photo he was using as a model, I instructed him to pick up the pencil.
“Listen carefully.”
“Yeah.”
“In drawing, the beginning is the most important thing.”
I started drawing lines one by one, holding his hand.
“In the end, the first, single touch determines the rest of the painting. Do you understand?”
He nodded his head.
“There’s no way the final result of a painting with the wrong sketch can turn out right.”
Although I was clearly explaining the drawing, somehow the words seemed to resemble our relationship as well.
Yeah. Maybe if I had been your first.
We might not have ended like that.
Suddenly, that thought crossed my mind.
But I had no intention of being greedy or forcing it.
In the end, Choi In-wook was destined to become a couple with Yoon Ha-rin and get married.
Even if he broke up with her for the same reason as in his previous life, I didn’t need to care about that.
On the day I went to the court to stamp the seal.
I made up my mind to become a stranger to you.
But is this also someone’s terrible prank?
Just like in my previous life. You flowed into my life.
The image of him entering my cafe for the first time with dull eyes came to mind.
That man who ordered coffee with a face that looked like he was about to cry at any moment.
The man who was my husband, even if only for a short while. Mr. In-wook.
And that man approached me as a clumsy student in this life.
The short but happy days with him began to come back one by one.
“Now, try it on your own from here.”
Suddenly thinking that I was drawing too much of his painting, I quietly let go of his hand that I was holding.
The familiar size of his hand.
You must have had big hands since you were a student, Mr. In-wook.
“Ah. Yeah. Thanks.”
He thanked me with an awkward smile.
I just watched him draw his sloppy painting from behind for a while like that.
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Someone opened the club room door wide.
“Ooh~ What are you two doing~”
The president, who entered the club room with a playful expression, seemed to be trying to tease us.
“What are you talking about?”
Ye-na answered the president with a serious face.
Judging from her attitude towards the president, was Ye-na cold to everyone during her academy days?
“Hey, hey. Since both of you are here, it’s perfect. I’m trying to push through something amazing this time. Ah. Of course, you two must attend. New students have no right to refuse!”
I joined because they said there weren’t many activities, but it seemed they did everything they were supposed to do, including a welcome party for new students.
“What is it?”
“That is~ Deforme MT~”
“I’m not going.”
As expected, Ye-na cut him off with a cold tone without even giving him a chance to explain further.
“No, Ye-na, I haven’t finished explaining yet.”
“I said I’m not going.”
“Hmm~ Then your precious In-wook will be playing with other girls there~”
…When have I ever been treated preciously?
I didn’t say anything because my heart ached too much to deny it out loud.
“I don’t care.”
When his tactics didn’t work, the president suddenly knelt in front of Ye-na.
“Ye-na-nim.”
Ye-na was startled by his sudden action.
“No. Why are you doing this? Get up, oppa.”
“Until Ye-na-nim permits me to attend. This Oh Tae-su will not get up.”
“No. Why are you going this far? Can’t you just go with the other members?”
Still kneeling, the president stuttered as if he was in trouble.
Ye-na’s point was valid. Can’t he just go with the others?
“Actually… I got some money… under the pretext of a new student MT… If they find out only one person went…”
“Then why did you get the money without asking first!”
Ye-na scolded the president sharply.
“No. Of course, I thought you could go too. How can you not make some time…? Huh? I’ll buy you a meal later. Okay?”
“Sigh… When is it…”
Ye-na shook her head.
“This weekend! You can make it, right? You can, right? I’ll tell Ye-ji too. Okay?”
Yeah. Still, that senior needs to be there to maintain the atmosphere.
Just thinking about going on an MT with zombies like last time made me feel down already.
“…If I can take time off from my part-time job.”
Our weekend was confiscated.
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