Summary
March Novel
Sehwa turned his head away, clearly not intending to engage. It was the same cheap provocation, nothing new, just another petty jab like always. But just because it happened every day didn’t mean he’d gotten used to being treated like trash. He only acted indifferent because he knew exactly why they did it: to see him lose his cool. And he had no intention of dancing to their tune.
Sakura, Redhead, and sometimes even March Boy…
He had told them more than a hundred times to stop calling him by those ridiculous nicknames. But who would ever listen to someone like him—a debtor, a pushover, a lowlife pill peddler? Still, Sehwa never stopped correcting them, never let it slide.
“My name’s not Sakura.
Not Redhead.
Not March Boy either.
It’s Sehwa
Lee Sehwa.”
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