ir wondered who hade to their floor so early in the morning.


    A girl in a school uniform appeared. Seeing Wesley, who was about to close the door of his apartment,


    she ran to him as she called, “Uncle W


    – Who are you?” She paused when she saw ir.


    ir recalled that this was the same girl who had been to Wesley’s ce the other night.


    Wesley saw Megan. He called, “Megan,e in.”


    “Okay. Uncle Wesley, who is she?”


    “My neighbor,” ir heard him reply.


    “Oh, that’s why she is here.” Megan gave ir one more look as the door was shut behind them.


    All of a sudden, ir felt Like what she had been doing all along had been pointless. She had been


    trying so hard to pursue him, but to him, she was only a neighbor. Not even a friend.


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    She had been so forward with him, giving him all kinds of signals, but he remained indifferent towards


    her.


    ‘Maybe he really doesn’t like me. I’m such a loser.’


    That evening, ir had dinner with Hartwell. She told him what had happened in the Library. He picked


    up some food from the bowl and put it on her te. Then he said, “I heard that you had heatstroke


    yesterday. It’s been really hot outside Lately. And as a junior, you don’t even have to attend the military


    training. So, why were you running in the sun?”


    ir wasn’t surprised that Hartwell knew about her sunstroke.


    “Our substitute guidance counselor has been picking on me, so I mixed up some paint and told her that


    it was coffee. I convinced her to drink it. She was pissed, and made me and Joslyn do a five-kilometer


    run in the sports ground. The worst part was that she left us in the hands of the well-known, devil-like


    military instructor, Wesley. You already know what happened after that-I got sunstroke.”


    “Wesley?” Hartwell frowned.


    “He is known for being harsh, but every one of his soldiers turns out to be excellent. I’m not surprised


    that you got sunstroke if he was your military instructor.”


    “Me neither,” ir seconded.


    Hartwellid his chopsticks down on the table and said, “Wesley goes to see my father very often. I’ll


    ask my father to talk to him and your substitute guidance counselor.”


    “Thanks, Hartwell, but that’s not necessary. I’m fine now. Besides, he saved my life in the library,” said


    ir


    “I don’t know exactly what happened in the library, but he is a serviceman. He would have saved


    anybody under the circumstances.”


    Hartwell’s words came as a wet nket. ir had been eating, but she paused when she heard that.


    Her spirits dampened even further. She knew that she had been fooling herself into thinking that


    Wesley cared about her, and that now it was time to wake up.


    “You’re right. As it happens,


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    I was the one being held as the hostage that day. Anyway, why don’t we move on?”


    Hartwell studied her face; there was nothing unusual about her expression.


    “Have you gotten used to Living alone? You’re too stubborn, you know. I told you not to move out, but


    you insisted.”