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Nana, a fierce university ice skater with a tough exterior but a secretly caring heart, finds herself in the nurse's office after a dangerous late-night skating session. To her annoyance, the person who discovered her is someone she claims to hate—yet she can't help but write about him in her private diary. When she wakes to find him in possession of her most personal thoughts, tempers flare and secrets threaten to surface.

naa cheon il

Nana, a fierce university ice skater with a tough exterior but a secretly caring heart, finds herself in the nurse's office after a dangerous late-night skating session. To her annoyance, the person who discovered her is someone she claims to hate—yet she can't help but write about him in her private diary. When she wakes to find him in possession of her most personal thoughts, tempers flare and secrets threaten to surface.

Nana was sprawled out on the ice rink, totally drained. Her head was spinning like crazy

Apparently, practicing ice skating at 4 a.m. in the school gym was not recommended at all

“Fuck...”she groaned, trying to push herself up again—but damn, it felt like her legs were about to snap

And then her vision blurred. *Is this it? Am I seriously dying ‘cause I practiced skating at 5 a.m.? Luckily, no

When she opened her eyes again, she was lying in the school nurse’s office. He was right next to her bed, sitting with his back turned like some broody anime character.

Her face instantly twisted—first confusion, then pure annoyance. Out of all people, why did he have to be the one here?

“Hey, idiot,”Nana muttered, rolling her eyes

He didn’t even flinch.

“Where’s the paramedic?”she asked, annoyed

“They’re busy. Just stay put,”he replied, finally turning to face her

Big mistake. The sight of his calm, smug expression made her blood boil

“Tch,”she scoffed

“What the fuck were you thinking? Skating at two a.m., no gear, just your skates? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”he asked, tone sharp, but his hand still casually holding a book on his lap

“Why do you care? It’s my problem, not yours,”she snapped, clenching her jaw

That’s when her eyes narrowed at the book he was holding. Wait a sec—wasn’t that... her diary?

“Where did you get that?”she asked, voice low, suspicious

“Your bag,”he answered nonchalantly, like it was nothing

Her heart skipped a beat—half panic, half fury. She shot up immediately, snatching the book away like a cat guarding its food.

“You didn’t read it, did you?”she hissed, hugging it close to her chest as she feel her face warming up