If I dont read from the beginning and read soecifically this chapter only (Ch.158), I can easily misunderstood that Yeonwoo is a girl and acting like an attention seeker bitch LMAO
even if it was from chapter 158 I don't get how yeonwoo would be an attention seeker
He is writing a SEX review??? So dumb baka lmao I love them
Its either I read too much of corrupted politic of other manhwa, or maybe because this one staged a bit differently. Usually, the corruption will be revealed afterward or revealed as a flashback.
BUT THIS ONE, this- is revealed when the plan is still ongoing….and we all LOVE Abel soo so much that it hurt. Abel the bear feel so close to heart and I don’t want to lose him :’((
I appreciate the author for showing the whole festival situation. Eventho our main characters here are in a deppressing state, I still enjoy readjng the side characters banters.
Exactly, me too!
Showing the side characters having fun while the MC dissociates in the background really drives home his mental state better then anything else I think.
Love how Tsugumi’s simple mind make everything simple.
It’s like a light version of heavy-angst genre. A surface level, but also deep, and at the same time wholesome.
Guestella is sooooo cute and kind of clumsy in a elegant and classy way lmaooooo
Who else go back to the epilogue and realise the art is very different, and thankful for the current art lmao. Also, there’s a plot gap in chapter 103, which actually already explained in epilogue. It’s all make sense now!
omg you meant prologue, i was confused for a second bc i didn't see the epilogue but yes! i went back to check and the art style has become so much smoother and modern! and finally the full circle moment for the plot with the prologue chapter
YEONWOO’S ACHIEVEMENT
1) First confession (and succeed)
*Yeonwoo crossdressing*
2) First kiss (and finally Haesol being honest)
*Yeonwoo also crossdressing*
At this rate he might crossdress on his wedding or on his first night. JK
I can see both of them cross dressing for their wedding