Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

Chapter 199

Chapter 199C199

"When I was alone in the apartment due to that bad rumor, the only senior who took care of me without prejudice was Dohee senior.

"Truly, she was an angel without wings. When I was contemplating taking a leave because something happened in my family, even though Dohee was busy, she skipped her part-time job and helped me with my practical skills until dawn, so I managed to avoid dropping out of school.

"She was a senior with a very good character, but she seemed so busy that she couldn't even speak properly...

"Everyone liked Dohee senior, but it really makes me very sad.

"You know what? When a janitor collapsed in the hallway, Dohee senior provided first aid and called an ambulance so that she could be treated just before a big problem occurred.

"That older sister was very kind, so there were many nice kids around her. I couldn't even talk to her because Kim Hanjoon senior kept her under control.

"Ah, that bastard.

I was deeply grateful that someone said what I wanted to say.

"Oh, but that bastard Kim Hanjoon is so funny.

"Why?

"He suddenly started drinking, crying, vomiting, and screaming while calling Dohee senior's name. He was filming a one-person monkey drama, but I really couldn't watch it.

"I can't see that person's face these days, so what is he doing to make a living?

"I don't know. I heard he drinks a lot and couldn't complete a graduation thesis because he went crazy, and he dropped out before the last semester. There are rumors that he's still drunk these days.

It's not that he went crazy and couldn't graduate; he had no skills at all. The professor never allowed him to pass his thesis, and there was no response even after graduation, so he saved face by taking an indefinite leave. It's called an honorable death.

"Oh, by the way, did anyone contact Dohee's family?

"Why?

"Letters keep coming to the department office asking if her family has moved. I think she wrote it as a second address here.

"What kind of letter is it?

"This is a letter from a child in the facility that Dohee donated to. That's why it's a bit difficult to call them...

"Wow, real waves and waves are coming out.

"That's right.

As I listened to their story, I walked quickly to the department office where the child's letter was. The thought body spoke to me as I moved silently.

<... I see. I didn't know.>

I scratched the tip of my nose. It was translucent, so I couldn't scratch it properly.

The thought body caused a great wave as if sympathizing with her again.

I felt a strange sensation. Calling it a disguised blessing, it seems that only misfortune comes to life.

At first glance, it seemed that only unhappiness overlapped in her previous life, but there were good bonds, and thanks to her goodwill, she was able to quickly escape the devil's curse.

"Also, the knowledge I've accumulated here has been very helpful."

Thanks to the new experience and information about the future, I was able to confront the devil more easily.

Shwaaaa!

The moment I entered the department office muttering quietly, a strong wind entered through the open window, and the white letter on the desk fluttered like a butterfly. It was the response of a child to whom I sent donations and letters every month.

They were scattered one by one in the wind, and I slowly read the content in the sunlight.

I filled my eyes with the four words engraved at the end of the letter.

It is probably the phrase I most wanted to hear in my previous life. And I felt that a true separation from this world had come.

I murmured relieved. Now was the time to return to where I was.

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... I already imagined it.

I think it's time to leave soon, but at some point, it stopped responding.

So I called it politely.

Where did she really go? Surely, I won't become a wandering ghost on campus, right?

I openly threatened the thought body, but it didn't bother to respond.

I searched the campus for a while to find the thought body and then, exhausted, sat at the back of the student lounge where I always sat and slumped over my desk.

"Certainly, did something happen in the sanctuary where the rosary was kept?"

But if that were the case, the thought body should have sensed it first and acted, yet it was strangely calm.

In the early days of Deborah, she denied reality and tried several times to "sleep"! I didn't come to the place where I slept the best for nothing.

I lay down for a while, closing my eyes, when suddenly something touched my shoulder.

<...who?>

I lifted my head in astonishment, and soon I saw the person in front of me and opened my eyes wide.

Who the hell are you?

A soft smile shone in the man's eyes. I was lost for a while, but then I came to my senses and cleared my throat with a hmm.

<... I wonder if it's the person I know.>

The reason I didn't recognize him and was surprised was that Isidor was wearing an unfamiliar outfit.

He wore a shirt that fell thin over a solid body, and even wore a watch and a tie. He leaned on the desk and tilted his head in front of me. The veins stood firm on the forearm where the shirt was rolled up.

He smiled as if he was going to decorate the cover of a foreign men's magazine and lightly smoothed my tousled hair.

Perhaps due to his mood, sincerity began to come out unfiltered.

Oh! Damn! Wait a second. Now that I think about it, the clothes Isidor is wearing are similar to what the GQ cover model I kept in a drawer in my previous life wears.

That means....

He looked around slowly with his characteristic inquisitive eyes.

He looked at the magazine and said, shaking the wristwatch he had created.

Isn't Isidor a true transmigrator? Now, anyone can see that he's a male protagonist from a modern novel.

Isidor seemed unable to understand what his family and classmates were saying due to the language barrier. But everything else seemed to have been resolved through the conversation between the thought body and me.

With a voice full of affection, he said.

<...What?>

<......>

I always feel sorry, but he's very kind.

It was a contradiction to fall in love twice at first sight, but it was true for both of us. He smiled as he loosened his tie.

Apparently, he's smiling brightly like a flower, but I can feel the thorns inside. Although there's a language barrier, there isn't one for drawing, so Isidor confused the GQ magazine with the portrait of a certain man.

To make matters worse, I can't tell a proper lie because I'm in a spiritual state and can't pretend facial expressions.

I can't even cover up the magazine as belonging to Yoon Doyeon, a blood relative from her past life!

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