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For two weeks, Mira told herself this was better. Healthier. Dohun was a locked door; Jae was a front porch with the lights on.

He was sitting alone in the back of a tea shop, reading a dog-eared copy of The Bell Jar , wearing a black turtleneck in July. His face was sharp, pale, and utterly empty—like a beautiful mask with nothing behind it. No phone. No smile. No aura of wanting anything at all. love junkie new manhua