If there was lint on clothes, it was natural to use scissors to cut them off or burn them with a lighter so that it wasn’t vexing to the eyes. People were the same. If people like lint were lingering around, they had to be dealt with. With lint, it would disappear over time through wind or other things, but people, on the other hand, would take root on the spot like they were fungi.

Miyoon always cleaned up lint at a suitable time through suitable methods. Sometimes, they resisted vigorously, but they were all dealt with in the end. The only one that wasn’t swept away and hadn’t disappeared of her own accord was Han Gaeul. Whether she was using that pretty face of hers to act cocky, or she had something to rely on, she did not know, but whenever she met her, she would look back at her with bold eyes. They were eyes filled with fighting spirit. Some of the lint sometimes glared back at her with their eyes, but they would always lower their eyes and act cute once she dealt with them. However, that girl held on. It was rather fun when she bared her teeth and growled back at her, but she was no ape and seemed to have learned how to fight as she did it more discreetly, which vexed her a lot.

“Director, wait a bit....