Lee Taeyeon, who had been sitting for a long time, slowly stood up.
She clenched her fists. Her body was shaking. This tremor was not from fear, as it had been before.
She was a coward. She was scared, and death terrified her.
But that didn’t mean she was someone who couldn’t feel anger.
"What did I do wrong for this to happen?"
Her voice echoed. Her face twisted in rage and hatred.
Everyone she met here mocked her, despised her, laughed at her.
