“What? W-What do you mean?” Jung Ha-Yan asked.0

'Look at me.'0

“I-I don’t understand… w-what you’re saying. M-My magic…” Jung Ha-Yan paused.0

'Look. At. Me.'0

“I-I never lost it… he…hehe,” Jung Ha-Yan said, chuckling.0

I knew she was going to play innocent.0

“Hehe… he…”0

Jung Ha-Yan tried to improve the atmosphere by laughing, but her laugh sounded awkward in my ears. I wasn’t sure whether she thought I was joking or she laughed to avoid this situation, but her body was speaking louder than her mouth at the moment.0

“N-n-nothing happened to me. No way. B-But… I’m not feeling well right now,” Jung Ha-Yan stuttered.0

'You’re always feeling unwell.'0

“I never lost my magic. That never happened. I-I think there’s been a misunderstanding… Ah… maybe you thought that… because I’m not in the best condition,” Jung Ha-Yan continued.0

‘This is going to take all day.’0

It seemed that she had decided to feign ignorance. 0

Jung Ha-Yan seemed to have thought that she needed to make eye contact with...0