In the fourth grade, I was a child living in a remote mountain village. There were only about seven students in my class. Wanting me to have a better life in the city, my parents moved us there when I was starting the fifth grade.

However, on my first day after transferring, the city kids subtly excluded and bullied me because of my different accent and my skin, which had turned dark from playing outside in the sun.

"Ugly," "Dirty," "Go away," and so on. Being young and scared, I couldn't tell my parents. I became increasingly timid and just stayed quiet, not wanting to be hated by the other kids.

But there was one boy who was the only one to like me and talk to me.

Jung Yunho, the class president who loved basketball.

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"By the way, when is your birthday?"

"...Me? January 11th..."

"Really? Got it. I'll never forget it."

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I quickly became friends with the boy named Yunho, and before I knew it, I had fallen for him.

However.

I went to find Jung Yunho, who was still in the classroom, to give him a confession letter. He seemed to be talking to a friend.

"Hey, Jung Yunho, do you like the transfer student? Lol."

"What are you talking about? I'm just looking out for her because I feel sorry for her."

"Hahaha, that's harsh. Poor girl~"

I turned back after hearing that conversation. I cried all day that day. But I didn't know. His true feelings were...

'Because I actually like her.'

After that day, I avoided him. We naturally drifted apart, and after graduating from elementary school, I moved back to the countryside because my grandmother's health declined.

Then, in my first year of high school, I returned to the city. After spending a year there, in my second year, I met him again.