A happy moment.
A sad moment.
A fun moment.
A boring moment.
A strange, confusing moment.
Scenarios after scenarios, scenery after scenery—an endless flow of shifting atmospheres that most people seemed to adapt to naturally.
Social awareness.
That invisible thread connecting people.
A natural quality everyone was born with the moment they interacted with another.
Everyone but her.
For as long as she could remember, Seo Gyeoul had always found that concept foreign, like trying to read a language she was never taught.
Why did people expect her to smile during a happy moment?
She was already happy inside—wasn't that enough?
Why did she need to constantly react when a conversation was flowing?
When she enjoyed simply listening.
Why did others expect her to cry when someone close to her was gone?
Didn't her quiet sorrow matter less because her tears refused to fall?
Emotions.
