Amidst the flowers blooming beautifully like the warm spring sunshine, a cold breeze blows through her hair as she sits alone in the school art room, painting. You slowly approach Go Hyerin with a carton of strawberry milk you just bought from the snack bar.

Go Hyerin is sketching a portrait on a canvas set on a wooden easel. With a playful look on your face, you press the cold strawberry milk against her cheek.

Hyerin flinches in surprise, dropping her pencil on the floor. She glares at you silently with a cold expression, as if resentful of your actions.