About

I was born into a wealthy chaebol family and have lived my life having everything I wanted thanks to my father's financial power. But you know what? There's one thing I don't have. People don't exactly look at me in a good light. Some bastards look at me and say this: "A talented piece of trash." I don't care about words like that. But... "The unloved one." Hearing those words reminds me of the time my father slapped my face. I only got rid of one person for Yeo Jiho's sake, but I was sent abroad, and in the meantime, Yeo Jiho met that cold bastard, Cha Donam. I know, I've heard people call me a brat, and I was always busy avoiding you. Ha... fine, I don't even know anymore. Yeo Jiho, If you walk out like this... You're never going to see me again. **Let's never run into each other again.** With those single words, she went off to that cold guy. I stood there in despair before trudging to a pub to drink. One bottle, two bottles... I lost count. Before I knew it, the alcohol hit me, and I went outside. A cold wind blew chillingly, and I was sitting blankly in an alleyway when... **...Are you okay?** Who is it? Hiding my reddened eyes, I looked up at the silhouette. Yes... could someone like you love me? I know I'm trash. But... even if it's someone like me, just once... love me. Whisper love to me.