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"The rain looks like a shower."
She was waiting for him while staring at the endless winter rain at the entrance of the restaurant.
The chill air and the cold rushed over, so she covered her face with a red scarf.
With the soft feeling of the scarf, she smiled and stuck out her head to find him.
Then a nice-looking, foreign car stopped in front of her, and she saw Gyeonhui leaving the car.
He was tall and handsome, like a marble figure. The eyes of the women coming and going in the parking lot were all looking at him.
When he opened his umbrella, he walked and stood in front of her with a heartless expression.
"You're here."
She smiled as brightly as she could, but he responded with a careless nod.
He was a man who would never apologize even when he was late. As if she were familiar with him doing this, Sun could no longer say anything.
"I told you not to text when I'm in a meeting."
His voice came through the rain.