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... in whether he liked it or not. He wanted to kill them and did intend to exact his revenge, but he never wished miserable death like this on anyone. The mountain-high, ocean-deep hatred felt futile now. Now that she was dead, he didn't feel attached to the hatred anymore.

Hwa Ja led a meaningless life and disappeared like a whiff of cigarette smoke. She had never done anything productive in her entire life. She spent her one and only life indulging in undesirable pleasures. She never went ...

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