She had once gone to great, foolish lengths to make him acknowledge her, to make him look at her in the eye.
She had saved his life when he was drunk and nearly hit by an out-of-control vehicle. She had thrown herself forward, pushing him out of harm’s way, only to have her own calf dislocated in the process. She had spent a month in the hospital recovering.
When Jared once mentioned wanting to see the sunrise at Golden Mountain, she had climbed a snow-covered peak with a high fever just to capture the perfect, breathtaking footage for him. He had scolded her for an hour afterward.
But after that, he had started treating her better. He had even stopped calling her Karin so frequently.
For a moment, she had believed that even if he didn’t love her, at the very least, he saw her as a person.
Now she knew better.
To Jared, the world was divided into two categories—Karin, and everyone else.
Fortunately, she didn’t love him. It had all been an act.
She skillfully logged into the account with the ID "Wait for him to wake up" and habitually posted some complaints. This account used to record her love with Art, but later it became a place to scold Jared.