Ahn Doyoon was a quiet person, but he was not someone who went unnoticed.

“Ahn Doyoon came to school today.” “His family is super rich, you know.” “You can tell just by looking at what he’s wearing. Haven’t you seen his clothes and shoes?”

His friends would chatter about the indicators that showed Ahn Doyoon was the child of a wealthy family. And on the days he heard such talk, it was especially difficult to concentrate in class.

Chaeun had never even properly met his gaze or exchanged a single word with him, yet he found Ahn Doyoon’s very existence difficult. It was ridiculous.