Preface

[ various! lookism × fem! reader ]

The bitter cold raged on, warm blood unraveled upon snow.

The grievances in her heart remained. As usual. Yet sorrow serves no one.

"Here, take this lowly hand, and I shall show you the beauty of this world." A hand was offered, and she accepted with trembling fingertips marred by frost.

Now, here is a soul unlike any other. The grievances that she once carried, now the grievances that carries her.

Disclaimer: Lookism belongs to Park Tae-joon. This is a work of fiction, reader's discretion is advised.