The First Letter (59)

After the sword fight, Celin holed up in her room. She did not come out before nightfall.

It seemed she still had several lectures left, but that was of no concern to her. Even when some friends who had heard the news knocked on her door and asked after her, she did not answer.

It was unusual for someone as sociable as her to refuse visitors.

But Celin could not help it. The shock she had suffered was that great and that deep. Wrapped in her blankets, she kept replaying an image from the past.

The image that kept replaying was Ian witnessing the quarrel between Celin and Seria.

His angry expression, cold golden eyes, and irritated voice struck her mind like an electric shock. Celin's body trembled.

This couldn't happen. She couldn't let things go wrong between her and Ian oppa.

Celin kept repeating those thoughts. It had been that way since childhood. She acted like a bold girl, but inwardly she depended heavily on Ian. He was the one she had loved unrequitedly for over ten years.

Her feelings for him had taken root in her heart just as long ago. He was the boy who, after all the tragedies had ended and when her life needed a new light, had willingly taken her hand.

She could not help loving him, even though she knew he did not see her as a romantic prospect. She was perceptive enough to know that...