Chapter 201 (2/2)

“Did you dream of me yesterday?”

[Nope.]

It was a far more succinct answer than I expected.

As it fell flat, I shook my head. ‘Well, this is more like Yoo Chun Young though…’ He then flung another question.

[What did I do in your dream?]

“Huh?”

[What did I do?]

Hmm… looking at the ceiling, I counted the things that happened to me on my fingers. My words came out slowly in pieces as I tried to reminisce about the memory.

“Um… so you appeared… Do you remember the classroom in middle school? There were white window blinds on the windows… oh, that’s the same as now. All the windows were open; the sun went down through them. Now that I think of it, it’s quite strange as we were seldom left in the classroom until the sunset. Hmm, and… you were sitting alone in the classroom, listening to music. Thus, I went next to you and took off your earphone to put it in my ear…”

[Uh-huh.]

“However, you looked at me like you’ve never seen me before, so I asked, ‘Why?’ and you said that…”

[…]

“You waited for me.”

After saying those words, I furrowed my brows in a surprise of what just came out of my mouth.

It didn’t sound special at that time; however, when I delivered that remark back to Yoo Chun Young now, it sounded like a special expression used between a couple. It embarrassed me somehow. Thus, I cleared my throat to hide my feelings. In the meantime, Yoo Chun Young asked back.

[So?]

“…”

[What did I say afterward?]

“Um, so… what you said after was… Don’t you remember? You told me that you waited for me on a snowy day, but I didn’t show up. Um… uh… you didn’t say anything bad but seemed to be holding against me… I mean, what did you say… um… Hold on for a second.”

My cheeks turned red that I began to gibberish.

I had no idea what I was babbling right now; however, I could hardly stop. If I didn’t keep on, the awkward silence that had taken place earlier or the stillness recalling our relationship seemed to hang between us. Thus, I didn’t want to feel ill at ease. That was when I desperately talked further against the quietness.

Yoo Chun Young’s serene but frigid voice made my mouth shut.

[Hey.]

“Yeah…”

[Did you do something wrong to me?]

At that moment, I felt as if the tension, straining within my body, was going away in an instant like a pinned balloon.

‘Ha… ha…’ Holding my phone, I burst out broken laughter in emptiness. Before he was about to respond, I just closed my phone.

“Ugh,” I fetched a short sigh and threw my phone timidly on the bed.

The phone bounced off my waterbed-like mattress a few times, then stopped on the comforter, of course, with no cracks at all. As I stared at it with tears in my eyes, I muttered in my mouth.

“There wouldn’t be any particular meaning to it. Yoo Chun Young wouldn’t dream of me too.”

‘But why did I bring them up, silly…’ furrowing my brows with that thought, I soon pulled the comforter over my head.

‘I should’ve not said that! Geez!’ I couldn’t help myself but kick my comforter. Unlike before, the sunlight pouring through the window didn’t feel sweet at all.

Article 18. How Can Chaebol Heirs Be So Common? (Part 1)

In my dream, I became a slave to the Joseon Dynasty. My stay was in a shabby, cobwebbed cottage, which seemed to have been built forty years ago, outside the traditional government complexes; besides, Ban Yeo Ryung appeared, surprisingly, as a district magistrate.

From the fact that Ban Yeo Ryung always took important roles in my dreams, I could tell how significantly my subconscious was valuing her. She indeed wore gat with colorfully beaded strings as well as the official blue uniform.

With bleary eyes, I stared at the direction where Ban Yeo Ryung walked across from; however, when someone, who opened the threshold and stepped out of it, came into my sight, I almost threw up.

Wearing a pair of traditional flower shoes, the lady walked toward Ban Yeo Ryung with soft steps and sat down next to her. She was… I mean, he was, none other than, Eun Jiho!!

Holy Christ, why is he cross-dressed as a woman? Why? For what’s sake?!!