My Flower in the Desert

Do you have more than one name, Jin Soyeon?”

“Noble flower?” A cruel nickname for someone born into tragedy.

She lined up untouched wine glasses sent by leering men—on display, not for drinking.

“Do you know what number you are?”

He seemed entertained by her sharp reply.

“This is why it’s fun.” “The ninth.” “Too bad. Looks like you won’t be able to see the tenth guy.”

She didn’t mind. This man, unburdened by regret, was enough for her reckless goal.

“But since we’re going to sleep together, you should at least know my name, I’m Kang Iyoon” “Do I really need to know your name?”

Just a one-night lapse—forgettable by morning. Little did she know, fate had other plans.

He smiled, repeating her name with care.

Meeting him again would change everything.