Chapter 93

Trickle, trickle—.

Along a park trail by a little river near the dorm,

it was already the dead of night,

and it was the middle of a cold winter, with Christmas carols climbing the charts as seasonal favorites.

There was no one else running on the trail besides Lee Da-young and me.

Even with little fur scarves and earmuffs on, the icy air seemed to reach all the way into our lungs as we ran.

“Huff. Huff!”

Still, considering we could run for over twenty minutes almost nonstop,

it was clear that both of us had more stamina than ordinary people.

Maybe Hee-joo had realized that, too, and that was why she'd put on that ridiculous performance during the prerecording intro...