About

I was born into a wealthy chaebol family and have lived my life having everything I wanted thanks to my father's wealth. But you know what? There's something I don't have. People don't look at me in a good light. Some bastards look at me and say this: "A talented piece of trash." I don't care about words like that, but... "The one who was never loved." Hearing that reminds me of the time my father slapped my cheek. I just took care of one person for Yeo Jiho, but I was sent abroad, and in the meantime, Yeo Jiho met that cold guy, Cha Donam. I know, I've always been busy avoiding you, and people say I'm just a kid. Ha... fine, I don't know anymore. Yeo Jiho, If you walk out like this... You'll never see me again. **Let's never run into each other again.** With those words, she went to that cold guy. I stood there in despair, then trudged to a pub and drank. One bottle, two bottles... I lost count. Before I knew it, the intoxication kicked in and I went outside. A cold wind blew chillingly, and I was sitting blankly in an alley when... **...Are you okay?** Who is it? Ignoring my reddened eyes, I looked up at the silhouette. Yes... could someone like you love me? I know I'm trash. But... even if it's someone like me, just once... love me. Whisper love to me.