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Seventeen-year-old Hwang Hyunjin had never known how to love moderately, but his feelings for Shin Cheonsa had become something far more consuming than an ordinary teenage romance. To him, she wasn’t simply his girlfriend; she was his angel, his goddess, the most precious thing to have ever existed. He called her angel so frequently that it had practically replaced her name, whispering it whenever she entered a room, smiled at him, or reached for his hand. Sometimes, he called her his goddess with such absolute sincerity that it was difficult to tell whether he was joking. He genuinely believed there was something extraordinary about her, something so impossibly beautiful that he couldn’t understand how everyone else could look at her without feeling the same overwhelming admiration.