I should stop trying to label my emotions. If I call it love, self-loathing follows; if I call it hatred, it feels too pitiful, and in the end, it only leaves me exhausted. Jiyul loses all spark for life after her mother’s suicide, passing her days in listless isolation—until the new gardener, Cha Seon-tae, steps into her yard. 'If you don't like that guy, how about me?' He lightheartedly captures her attention and begins to shake up her mundane life... 'But why did you say that?' '...' 'I keep thinking about it, but I don't get your intentions.' He stared at me in silence for a moment before roughly ruffling his hair, his bangs falling back in disarray. 'Want me to be blunt?' I nodded immediately, wanting to satisfy my curiosity. 'Seeing you get turned on made me turned on, too.' '...What?' 'You were always so aloof, so seeing you make that face made me curious.' '...' 'What you'd look like when you're properly in heat.' It was a raw, unfiltered answer, even more intense than I had expected.