About

I suffered from severe trauma. I witnessed my parents' accident with my own eyes. They left me behind in a sudden bus accident while crossing the street. It was gruesome. Blood was flowing, and they wouldn't open their eyes, but their hands were still clasped tightly together. Because of that, I felt nauseous and my head throbbed whenever I saw a crosswalk, let alone a bus. Since I rarely showed up at school, there was only one person who worried about me: Baek Hanyoo, my male friend since childhood. He was the only pillar of support who kept me standing every time I crumbled. But that was short-lived. After the anniversary of my parents' death passed, I fell back into the pit of trauma and couldn't escape. I became more sensitive and my emotions grew volatile, leading to frequent clashes with Baek Hanyoo. The spring of my twenties, which should have been the warmest time of my life, was marked by a spring colder than winter. Perhaps it was because my constant negativity wore down his patience. Baek Hanyoo, who was my only support and the only one on my side... It was only a matter of time before he turned into the most cruel weapon, striking at my weaknesses and trauma.