Bok-su sighed, peering into the mirror. Though what stared back at her was not her reflection. She held gazes with a pair of eyes glazed over with unfeeling belonging to a murderer. Bok-su reached into her pocket, pulling out a checklist. She clicked her pen and scribbled off another to-do. Shoving the list back in her pocket, she looked back into the mirror and wiped the blood off her face. To my dear Da-jeong, I wonder if you'll feel the same guilt about marrying him as you did betraying me.
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2⌑Fedya
28/09/2025
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29/09/2025