As the elevator doors closed, Winnie pressed her slender arms against the walls of the car, burying her face in them.
"Ugh…" She's a foolish girl, letting a good opportunity slip away.
The elevator didn't ascend. Instead, it made a chime and opened again. Winnie instinctively raised her face, the warm light surrounding her dejected, wronged, and exhausted expression.
Van fell silent for a moment.
"...The cardigan."
Winnie snapped out of her daze, quickly took off the cardigan, adjusted it, and handed it over with both hands.
That's how she was— the more awkward it got, the more she forced herself to act composed, with a smile that was flawless.
The elevator doors slowly began to close again, at such a slow pace that Winnie felt like the time was dragging on endlessly, unbearably.
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