Hello, Senior?

Now that the time had come for [Bouquet of Red Flowers]—the story that had become my world—to begin, I felt strangely as though an incredible amount of time had passed.

...When I first possessed this body, that point had seemed so far away, but twelve years had already passed.

Though I looked like a fresh-faced seventeen-year-old, my soul was thirty-two—an age far too old to be called a boy’s or a girl’s, even in jest.

...Well, even so, what remained was not ‘thirty-two-year-old geezer Lee Siyeon,’ but ‘seventeen-year-old young girl Kim Siyeon,’ so I could be considered seventeen.

No one else could possibly know, so nobody could argue otherwise.

After all, if nobody knew about a crime, then it wasn’t a crime.

Was it even a crime in the first place…?

At least, I didn’t consider it a crime. It was no different from a natural disaster.

‘…Well, I did meet someone wonderful, which makes it hard to call it a natural disaster.’

I’d met Han Seojin. Wouldn’t that make it a blessing rather than a disaster...