“A foul-tempered girl. A stubborn, vicious bitch.”
Those were the words Eunho had heard so often since she was nine that her ears had grown calloused to them.
[There’s nothing good about living as a woman. Even if your face is half-decent, all you’ll do is attract bugs.]
To survive, you had to be quick to read the room.
To protect your body, your presence had to be fierce.
How many years had she lived like that?
So there was no need to make a fuss now.
She was alone again—but she could live in the same way as before, stubbornly, viciously.
[I can’t tell you to wait. Live well. Just… live well.]
From a life worse than hell, there was only one thing she wished for.
‘If only I could meet him just once more. This time, I would never let him go.’