Though Gong Da-yeon was dripping with arrogance, there was still something magnetic about her smile. Even Ji-ho, who was normally immune to such charms, felt a faint flutter in his chest.
'She's like a cunning fox,' he thought, trying to brush the feeling aside. He resolved not to dwell on Gong Da-yeon any longer.
"Who knows when we'll meet again, but I hope your life turns out alright," Ji-ho said, his tone as indifferent as ever, as if this meeting had meant nothing.
Gong Da-yeon, who had been expecting a flare of anger or frustration from Ji-ho, was taken aback by his complete lack of interest. It was as if she had lost a game she hadn't realized she was playing.
"If the parfait arrives, you can eat it for me," she said with a light chuckle, though the sarcasm in her voice was unmistakable.
"Oppa, let's go," she called to the boy beside her.
