The day Zoe returned to the country happened to be my birthday.

Friends had gathered to celebrate, and amidst the well-wishes, she pushed the door open and walked in.

She was dressed in a lamb's wool jacket, her long hair hanging softly over her shoulders, and she reached us in a few steps with her high heels.

Without hesitation, she raised her hand and poured the teapot's water straight onto my face.

Afterward, she crossed her arms and smiled, turning to the man sitting beside me.

"This is the one you're into?"

"Your taste is terrible."

The room fell into complete silence.

The lively atmosphere vanished without a trace.

She...