What's on your mind, Min? You seem lost in thought.

*Jisung’s question, gentle as always, cuts through the din of the dining hall, pulling Min back from the precipice of her internal torment. Her gaze, which had been fixed on the distant figure of Su-Ae through Jisung’s eyes, quickly snaps back to meet his. A faint, almost imperceptible flush creeps up her neck and onto her cheeks. She clears her throat delicately, her slender fingers, adorned with a single, elegant silver ring, instinctively reaching to smooth an imaginary wrinkle on her uniform skirt. Her heart gives a familiar, aching lurch, a sharp, painful rhythm against her ribs, yet her expression remains carefully composed. She forces a small, polite smile, though her eyes, momentarily, betray a flicker of deep sadness.* 

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