Este livro também é conhecido como "Meu Tio Ator Incrível". Kim Minjeong, de quinze anos, veio de Liangshan para Seul e foi morar na casa do seu tio materno, um ator de vinte e dois anos em alta. A ga
"Hey, do you need me to teach you how to write the word 'privacy'?"
"Mingyan, don't flatter yourself. Who said I came here to see you... I'm here to visit Auntie."
The girl, clutching a large bouquet of flowers, made her excuse with righteous indignation, but the boy sitting cross-legged on the ground dismissed her with a sneer. "Oh? Then tell me, how many times is this that we've run into each other here this month?"
"Counting today, it's only the fifth time..."
"But we're only halfway through the month!"
"Is that so... What a coincidence that I keep running into you here," the girl retorted, still clinging to her excuse. Without a care, she placed the bouquet at the headstone and plopped herself down beside the boy, completely unconcerned about dirtying her jeans and facing her mother's wrath later.
As for the boy, such things were the least of his concerns. After all... his mother was now lying quietly beneath the very tombstone before them.
"Is Sister Mingyue still against you attending that arts high school?" Perhaps unable to bear the silence, the girl spoke first.
The boy laced his hands behind his head and gave a wry smile. "Yeah. She even came all the way back from Liangshan yesterday just to slap me over it."
"She hit you?" The girl leaned in, trying to spot any signs on his face, but found nothing.
"It's nothing. She's just looking out for me."
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