Chapter 11. Self-Awareness (6)

Having faced her own feelings of love, Dokgo Ryeong sat cross-legged and tried to sort out her thoughts.

‘…I like Wi Ilcheong.’

She’d sensed it little by little for some time, but actually facing it left her feeling strange.

‘…But what am I supposed to do?’

She liked him, but it wasn’t as if she particularly wanted to do anything about it. Just as she was thinking that—

“Hngh…”

Her lower dantian throbbed.

From the moment she realized she liked Wi Ilcheong, his little finger kept appearing in her mind.

[If you really can’t stand it anymore, come to me first.]

[If you grab my pinky, I’ll come visit you that night.]...