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The Maidservant
Seo Hye, a student at Hansol High School, walked down the hallway, her eyes fixed on the floor. She had grown accustomed to the whispers and stares of her classmates.

# A Different World
The school was a place where the wealthy and powerful sent their children. Seo Hye, on the other hand, was the daughter of a maid who worked for one of the school’s wealthy families.

# An Unwelcome Presence
As she walked into the classroom, the other students began to whisper and point. Seo Hye tried to ignore them, but it was hard to shake off the feeling of being an outcast.

# A Glimpse of the Past
Seo Hye’s mother had been a maid for the wealthy Kwon family. Seo Hye had grown up watching the family’s lavish lifestyle, feeling like an outsider looking in.

# A New Encounter
One day, while Seo Hye was studying in the art room, a boy with piercing eyes and chiseled features walked in. He introduced himself as Choi Moo Jin, the son of the Kwon family.

# A Different Kind of Encounter
Moo Jin’s eyes seemed to bore into Seo Hye’s soul. He asked her why she was so quiet and reserved. Seo Hye tried to brush him off, but Moo Jin’s words struck a chord.

# The Weight of Reality
As Seo Hye left the art room, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that Moo Jin had seen right through her. She felt like she was living in a world that wasn’t hers, a world where she didn’t belong.

# A Task Assigned
The next day, Seo Hye was tasked with washing Moo Jin’s gym clothes. She felt a pang of resentment, but knew she had no choice.

# A Humiliating Task
As she washed the clothes, Seo Hye felt a sense of humiliation wash over her. She was a maid, a servant, and this task was just another reminder of her place in the world.

# A Glimpse of Kindness
But as she hung the clothes to dry, Moo Jin appeared beside her. He thanked her for washing his clothes and asked if she was okay. Seo Hye was taken aback by his kindness.

# A Complex Emotion
As Seo Hye watched Moo Jin walk away, she felt a complex emotion stir within her. It was a mix of gratitude and resentment, of admiration and anger. She didn’t know what to make of it, but she knew she couldn’t ignore it.