Face-to-Face (3)

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The hallway where the two stood was quiet. Only a chilly breeze slipped in through the slightly open window.

Maybe that was why the nape of her neck felt cold.

If not, she still couldn't tell whether there was another reason.

“Uh…”

Her vocal cords trembled faintly.

Shin Ayoung stood perfectly still like a mannequin, at a loss for words.

She merely blinked blankly.

“...Wha… what did you say?”

For a moment, Shin Ayoung couldn't properly understand Lee Sol's words. She asked again, wondering if she'd heard correctly...