Like. It’s a common word. But it brings a profound meaning depending on who said it to who and what is the subject.
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I was even more speechless when Zen said that. But why? To like a Dihn was something… fine. Well, I didn’t feel fine. And instead, I felt uncomfortable. Something I’d never felt before. But it wasn’t hate or even disgusting. He didn’t do or say anything like that for me to feel not fine. For some reason, it was kind of uncomfortable for me, which I couldn’t comprehend, making my heart unsettled and beating erratically.
“Come on, Tti. Let me see what you’ve learned so far,” Zen said, urging me. He tossed the sword back to me and I barely caught it with a grunt. He was nonchalant
