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K-Drama: Complicated
Episode 1: The Cold Beginning
Main Character: Kim Shuyi
Age: 2 years old
Theme: Emotional neglect, cold family dynamics, the beginning of loneliness.
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Opening Scene:
The camera focuses on Shuyi, a small 2-year-old girl, sitting in the lavish living room of a mansion. The space is filled with expensive furniture, golden chandeliers, and framed family photos. Shuyi sits alone on a plush carpet, playing with a set of blocks. Her movements are careful and deliberate as she stacks the blocks, her face expressionless.
In the background, we hear the soft hum of her parents' conversation. Her father is sitting with a glass of wine, and her mother is flipping through some papers.
Father (distracted): "Our son's tennis match was fantastic. He's on track to be a national champion."
Mother (distracted): "Yes, yes. And we should talk about our daughter's upcoming art exhibition. So proud of her, don't you think?"
Their words are focused entirely on their elder children. Shuyi glances up at them but doesn't speak. She simply continues stacking her blocks, her face remaining blank.
The camera lingers on her small figure, dwarfed by the luxurious surroundings. The contrast is sharp: Shuyi is a tiny, lonely presence amidst the wealth and grandeur.
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At the Dinner Table:
The family dinner is a grand affair — a large dining table, set with fine china, silver cutlery, and crystal glasses. Shuyi sits at the edge of the table, almost an afterthought. Her elder brother and sister sit in the center, each speaking with enthusiasm about their day. The parents shower them with praise and attention.
Father (smiling proudly at his son): "I'm so proud of you, son. Your tennis match was impeccable. Keep up the hard work."
Mother (patting her daughter's hand): "And your artwork! We must frame some of your pieces for the house. You're so talented."
Shuyi quietly pushes her food around with her fork, not making a sound. The family's attention never shifts to her. There is no "How was your day, Shuyi?" or "Good job, sweetheart." She's invisible in this space. Shuyi looks around the table, but no one looks back at her.
Her older brother laughs about a recent event, but as he speaks, he glances at Shuyi briefly, noticing that she hasn't touched her food. He shrugs it off, returning to his conversation.
Shuyi's internal voice (whispering softly): "They don't even see me. I'm just... here."
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Later that Night:
The scene shifts to Shuyi's bedroom. It's a lavish, cold room with a large crib and shelves lined with expensive toys and books. Despite the luxury, the room feels lonely. Shuyi stands by the window, her little hands pressed against the cold glass. Her gaze is distant, almost sad. She stares out at the night sky.
Voiceover (Shuyi's thoughts): "They say that stars are far away. But I think they're closer than anyone here."
Just then, her mother enters the room to tuck her in. She does it quickly, almost absent-mindedly. Her mother's hand brushes Shuyi's forehead with a pat, but the gesture is routine, empty.
Mother (softly): "Goodnight, sweetie."
She turns to leave the room without a second glance.
Shuyi's internal voice: "Will they ever love me like they love them?"
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Shuyi's Effort to Be Seen:
The next morning, Shuyi tries a different approach. She's sitting on the floor, holding a drawing she made, though it's just a simple scribble. She walks over to her mother and pulls on her sleeve, holding up the paper with both hands, hoping for a reaction.
Shuyi (gently): "Mama…"
Her mother looks down briefly but doesn't truly focus on her. She takes the paper and glances at it.
Mother (distracted, half-smiling): "Hmm, very nice. Keep it up."
She pats Shuyi's head and moves on, leaving Shuyi standing there, still holding the drawing.
Shuyi's face hardens. Her small hands clench into fists, but she says nothing.
Shuyi's internal voice: "It's never enough."
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The Emotional Void:
Later, Shuyi is outside, alone in the backyard of the mansion. The large garden is meticulously maintained, and the air is fresh, but the emptiness is overwhelming. Shuyi picks up a flower and gently crushes it in her hand, her small fingers squeezing tightly. She stares at the remains, emotionless.
Voiceover (Shuyi's thoughts): "Everything I touch falls apart. But no one notices. I guess that's how things go."
She hears her brother and sister laughing from inside, their voices echoing through the open windows. Shuyi doesn't look at them. Instead, she turns her back, walking toward the edge of the garden where no one can see her. She lies on the grass, staring at the sky. The sound of her siblings' laughter fades as she drifts into her own world, alone.
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Nighttime – A Moment of Weakness:
That night, Shuyi is lying in her crib, staring up at the ceiling. The room is dark except for the soft light coming from a distant lamp. Her parents enter to check on her, but only briefly.
Father (murmuring): "Sleep well, Shuyi."
Mother (softly): "Goodnight."
They leave, and the door softly clicks shut behind them. Shuyi stares at the ceiling, her face contorting briefly with what could almost be considered sadness.
Shuyi (thinking quietly): "Why can't you love me? I want to be loved. But you don't care."
She curls into a tight ball, but the pain doesn't go away. She's just as alone as before.
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The Next Day – A Small Effort:
The next morning, Shuyi tries once again, though her efforts are small. She picks up a toy and walks toward her brother, who is busy with his homework. Shuyi holds up the toy, her face hopeful.
Shuyi (softly): "Look…"
Her brother barely notices, just mumbling a quick, distracted "Hmm," before returning to his work. Shuyi stands there for a moment, waiting for a reaction, but none comes. She quietly walks away.
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The Closing Moment:
The camera zooms in on Shuyi's face as she stands in front of a family portrait on the wall. The family is smiling, together, happy. She stands alone, staring at the image. The portrait is framed in gold, the warmth of the family's smiles a stark contrast to the coldness that surrounds her.
Shuyi's internal voice: "I don't belong in this picture."
The screen fades to black as Shuyi stands in front of the portrait, alone and unseen.
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Episode 2: Unwanted Noise
Kim Shuyi – Age: 2
Cold. Quiet. Growing invisible.
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Morning:
The camera opens to a bright morning inside the mansion. A golden sunrise seeps through the sheer white curtains. In the hallway, the sound of hurried footsteps echoes — her mother walks briskly in heels, holding her phone between her ear and shoulder, multitasking.
Mother (frustrated): "Yes, I said I need the designs printed before noon. What is taking so long?"
In the corner of the hallway, Shuyi is sitting on the floor in her pajamas, a small book in her hand. She's not reading — she's looking at the pictures. She watches her mother rush by.
Shuyi (softly): "Mama…"
Her voice is light. Curious. Hopeful.
Her mother stops, turns slowly, and frowns.
Mother (snapping): "What, Shuyi? Don't just sit on the floor like that. You're always in the way. Go to your room."
Shuyi blinks, her mouth parting slightly. She holds up the book toward her mother, but her mother's expression tightens.
Mother (sharper now): "What is that? I don't have time for your scribbles right now. Go."
She walks away, continuing her call.
Shuyi lowers the book, stands up, and walks silently back into her room, her little steps light and hesitant.
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Later That Day – In the Living Room:
Her father sits on the sofa, reading a newspaper. Her older brother is showing off a new trophy.
Father (smiling): "Now this is what real effort looks like. You made me proud, son."
Shuyi enters the room holding a toy piano. She stands at the edge of the room, unsure. Then she starts pressing the keys softly, trying to play a tune. It's messy, the sound clashing slightly with the quiet.
Her father looks up, annoyed.
Father (irritated): "Shuyi, what are you doing? That sound is annoying."
She pauses. Blinks. Her fingers stop.
Father (shaking his head): "Always making noise when no one asks you. Put it away. Go."
Shuyi clutches the piano and walks back to her room, saying nothing. The hallway seems longer this time.
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In the Evening:
In the dining room, the family gathers again. Her brother talks excitedly about his training schedule. Her sister talks about an upcoming painting contest.
Shuyi is trying to eat by herself. The spoon keeps slipping from her small hands. She drops it again, and the metal sound clinks loudly on the plate.
Mother (sharply): "Shuyi! Can't you just eat properly for once?"
Shuyi freezes.
Mother (sighing loudly): "You're not a baby anymore. Stop acting so helpless."
Father (quietly, not looking at her): "She always makes everything difficult."
No one helps her. No one gives her a new spoon. Shuyi reaches down slowly, picks up the cold spoon, and continues eating, silently.
She doesn't cry.
She doesn't speak.
She just swallows.
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Nighttime:
Shuyi lies in her bed, her small hands folded on her chest. She's staring at the ceiling again, eyes wide open. She doesn't blink for a long time.
From the hallway, she hears her parents' voices.
Mother (tired): "She's starting to annoy me. Always clinging, always in the way."
Father (blunt): "Ignore her. She'll stop eventually."
The hallway light turns off.
Shuyi turns her face to the side and closes her eyes.
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The Next Morning – Something Changes:
The maid tries to dress Shuyi.
Maid (softly): "Miss Shuyi, lift your arms, please."
Shuyi says nothing. She obeys, but her eyes look distant. She's beginning to change.
Later, her sister is painting in the garden. Shuyi walks toward her, hoping to watch.
Sister (frowning): "Don't come too close. You'll mess it up."
Shuyi pauses. Her sister doesn't look up.
She turns around and walks back toward the house.
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Lunch Time – Outburst:
Shuyi accidentally spills her juice on the table. It drips toward her father's papers.
Father (exploding): "Shuyi!"
He slams the papers away from the juice and stands up.
Father (angrily): "Do you ever think before doing anything? You're two — not brainless. I've had enough of your carelessness."
Shuyi's lips part. For a second, it seems she's going to speak — maybe to say sorry.
But she closes her mouth and lowers her head.
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Night – Alone Again:
The camera follows Shuyi as she lies on the carpet beside her crib, not in it. Her blanket is pulled to the floor. Her eyes are open.
She mouths something. A whisper.
No voice comes out.
Then she stares blankly at the wall.
Shuyi (thinking quietly):
"I'll stop talking.
I'll stop asking.
I'll stop trying.
Maybe then… they'll stop hating me."
She closes her eyes.
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End Scene:
The family is in the living room again, laughing at her sister's painting and clapping for her brother's new medal.
Shuyi walks past them.
No one looks at her.
She goes to her room.
She closes the door.
She sits on the floor.
And for the first time, she hums something quietly to herself. A rhythm only she hears. A sound only for her.
Silence surrounds her.
But inside her — a storm is beginning.
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Episode 3: The First Slap
Kim Shuyi – Age: 2
The world is loud, but no one hears her.
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Morning — All by Herself:
The sun rises slowly over the mansion.
Most toddlers cry for help, cling to their moms, or ask for toys. Not Kim Shuyi.
She opens her own closet.
She picks her clothes.
She struggles to button her shirt — but she doesn't call the maid.
She pulls socks onto her small feet with quiet determination. Her hands are tiny, but steady.
She walks toward the sink on a stool she dragged by herself.
Brushes her own teeth.
Spills water everywhere, but cleans it with her own little towel.
She does it all alone.
No sound. No complaints. No help.
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Downstairs:
Her father and mother are already at the dining table.
Brother (laughing): "She wears the same ugly socks every day."
Sister (mocking): "She dresses like a boy."
They laugh.
Shuyi walks to the table silently and sits down. She reaches out to pour milk from the jug.
Her hand slips.
Crash.
The glass falls and breaks. Milk spills everywhere.
Everyone freezes.
Mother (furious): "Shuyi! Are you serious?! How many times do you have to ruin breakfast?"
Father (without even looking at her): "She's always causing scenes."
Shuyi steps back slowly, her eyes wide. She doesn't cry.
Mother (shouting): "Stand still!"
She walks over, snatches Shuyi's small wrist—
and slaps her.
Hard.
Shuyi falls.
A small, dull thud echoes across the dining hall as her tiny body hits the ground.
No one gasps.
No one runs to pick her up.
Not even the maid.
Her cheek turns red. She blinks. Her body doesn't move. Her eyes stare at the leg of the dining table.
Father (coldly): "You've spoiled her by ignoring her. Now she thinks she can do anything."
Mother (still angry): "From now on, she eats alone. I'm done."
Shuyi slowly stands. Her legs tremble. She doesn't look at them.
She walks away, quietly.
Not to her room.
To the kitchen floor.
She picks up a spoon and eats plain rice, sitting on the tiles.
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Later – Her World Shrinks:
No one calls her name.
No one talks to her unless it's to scold her.
Shuyi walks around the house quietly, her hands behind her back like she's invisible.
She tries to draw.
"Why are you wasting paper?"
She tries to arrange her toys.
"Clean them up faster."
She tries to pour water.
"You'll spill it again, won't you?"
Their words hit harder than the slap.
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Evening – Her Room, Her Universe:
Shuyi is alone in her room. Her dolls are lined up in perfect order. Each one has a name she gave them. She doesn't speak to them. But she watches them.
One by one, she folds a napkin over each doll.
She whispers in her mind, not aloud:
"Sleep. You're safe now."
She tucks herself into a thin blanket on the floor. She doesn't sleep on the bed anymore. She says nothing. Her voice, too, is hiding now.
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Flashback Scene – A Few Days Ago:
A quick cut to a moment:
Shuyi had tried to sing a small tune in the hallway.
Her sister yelled at her.
"Shut up. You sound awful."
Her brother kicked her toy piano.
That was the last time she ever made noise in the house.
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Night – The Walls Are Watching:
The camera moves through the silent house.
In every room: life.
Parents watching TV.
Brother video-calling his friends.
Sister painting her new art.
But Shuyi's room?
Still.
She lies awake, her hands folded neatly on her chest, like she's waiting for the day to end.
No lullaby.
No hug.
No "goodnight."
Just the dark ceiling and the cold floor.
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Final Scene:
Shuyi walks to the mirror. She stares at her reflection.
A toddler. But not really.
Her face is blank.
Her eyes are too quiet.
She touches the red mark still faint on her cheek from earlier.
She doesn't cry. She doesn't speak.
She just stares at herself.
Then looks down.
The screen fades to black.
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End of Episode 3.
Her silence is no longer just quietness. It's survival.
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"Even if I'm beautiful, they still don't love me."
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K-Drama: Complicated
Episode 4: The Girl They'll Never Love
Kim Shuyi – Age: 2
She is small, beautiful, and completely unloved.
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Morning – Beauty Means Nothing
The soft morning light enters Shuyi's room.
She's already awake. Not because someone called her.
Because she never really sleeps. Not deeply.
Today, she wears a soft cream dress — one she picked herself. Her hair is tied up with quiet perfection. Her skin glows naturally. Her lips are soft pink. Her face? Perfect.
She walks to the mirror and looks at herself.
Even at 2 years old… she's beautiful. So beautiful that strangers on the street stare when she passes by.
But inside her house?
Her beauty is invisible.
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Downstairs – Unnoticed Again
She walks down, tiny feet making soft sounds on the stairs.
She stands near the table.
No one says, "You look nice today."
No one smiles.
Mother (barely glancing): "You're wearing that? Don't get it dirty."
Father (to the brother): "Your school has a basketball trial today, right? I bought you new shoes."
Sister: "Can you tell the maid to do my hair later?"
Shuyi just stands there.
No one asks her anything.
No one says a word to her.
She walks away. Again.
No breakfast.
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The Garden – Alone Among Flowers
Outside in the garden, her sister is taking photos with flowers. Her brother is on a video call.
Shuyi walks near a rose bush. She touches a red petal, careful, delicate.
The maid sees her.
Maid (coldly): "Don't touch those. Your mother said not to ruin the flowers."
Shuyi pulls her hand back silently.
The wind blows, a petal flies onto her hair.
No one says, "How pretty."
No one even looks.
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Afternoon – More Work for a Child
Shuyi is in the laundry room, folding her small clothes by herself. She climbs onto a box to reach the shelf and places each folded piece there — neatly, carefully.
Bang!
She slips —
The box tips —
She hits her shoulder against the wooden side of the shelf.
She doesn't cry.
She holds her arm, breathes in quietly, and finishes folding the last shirt.
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Later – The Scolding Returns
She accidentally leaves a cup on the wrong side of the table.
Mother (furious): "Why is that there?! How many times do I have to say it?!"
Shuyi turns her head, frozen.
Mother walks up fast — grabs her tiny arm again.
Shuyi closes her eyes, expecting a slap.
But this time, her mother just leans close and whispers:
"Why were you even born?"
She lets go.
Shuyi stands still. Her fingers twitch, but her face stays blank.
She walks to her room again.
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Evening – The Mirror Again
She stares at herself in the mirror.
Her lips tremble.
She looks away, grabs a wipe, and removes the pink tint she had applied earlier — the one she hoped her mother might notice.
She wipes her lips until they're pale again.
Plain.
Forgettable.
Then she whispers to herself in the mirror, her voice soft and broken:
"I won't try again."
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Flashback – That One Time
A short flashback:
Shuyi once drew a picture — her whole family holding hands, with a small heart near her chest. She gave it to her mother.
Mother (looking at it): "What is this mess? You've drawn yourself at the center? Arrogant."
She crumpled the paper and threw it away.
That was the last time Shuyi ever drew for someone.
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Night – Hiding the Hurt
Everyone is in the living room. Watching TV, laughing, chatting.
Shuyi sits quietly behind the staircase, eating plain bread.
She hears the laughter, but she doesn't look toward it.
She's wearing a soft pink clip in her hair. No one noticed.
She has a small scar on her arm from earlier. No one saw.
She looks at the empty plate beside her. No one brought her food.
She's already learned:
It's not worth asking.
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Final Scene – Heartbreak in Silence
As the house gets quiet, Shuyi lies in bed.
This time, she stares at the ceiling and whispers only four words:
"Am I really nothing?"
The screen fades to black.
Only the sound of wind remains.
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End of Episode 4.
Even beauty doesn't protect her.
Not when her existence is treated like a burden.
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K-Drama: Complicated
Episode 5: Goodbye Pink, Hello Black
Kim Shuyi – Age: 2
She is done trying to be loved.
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Morning – The Last Piece of Pink
Shuyi sits by the mirror. Her pink clip glints under the light. She stares at it.
Yesterday, she had worn it.
No one said a word.
No one noticed.
She touches her lips — soft and colorless now.
She touches the pink frills of her dress.
Then her eyes slowly shift to the closet across the room.
There, in the corner, is a small black hoodie.
One her brother had outgrown. He threw it aside long ago.
Shuyi walks across the room, silent.
She takes the hoodie.
Puts it on.
It's big.
It hangs over her small body like armor.
She looks in the mirror again.
And whispers:
"No more pink."
She removes the clip from her hair and drops it in the trash.
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Downstairs – A New Shuyi Appears
She walks down the stairs in full black — hoodie, pants, and her small shoes. No dress. No socks with lace. No cuteness.
Her sister sees her first.
Sister (snorts): "Trying to look like a boy now?"
Father (glancing up): "Finally stopped pretending to be a doll."
Mother (coldly): "Wear what you want. But don't come near the guests today."
Shuyi doesn't answer. Doesn't nod.
She just walks past them.
She pours a glass of water by herself.
Then walks away.
Not a single drop spills.
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The Garden – A New Obsession
She walks alone through the garden.
The pink roses don't catch her eyes anymore.
She passes them.
She walks until she finds it — a black rose bush planted deep in the side garden. Rare. Hidden. Almost forgotten.
She sits beside it.
Doesn't touch. Just watches.
"You don't look like the others," she thinks.
"That's why I like you."
From that day, the black rose becomes her favorite thing.
She doesn't tell anyone.
It's her secret.
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Afternoon – The Breaking Point
Her mother is yelling again.
Mother: "Why didn't you clean your room?! Why is the closet a mess?!"
Shuyi stands still. The room is clean.
Her toys are aligned. Her bed is perfect.
She says nothing.
Her mother slaps the tray in her hand. It falls. Her rice spills across the floor.
Mother (yelling): "Clean it up! NOW!"
Shuyi kneels down and picks every grain of rice without a word.
The maid watches from the hallway — does nothing.
Shuyi finishes. Her knees are red.
Then she stands. Looks straight into her mother's eyes.
And walks out.
No tears. No sound. No emotion.
Just silence.
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Evening – Goodbye to Childhood
Shuyi opens her closet and starts taking out every pink thing. Every dress. Every frilly sock. Every girly clip.
She folds them and throws them in a box.
Her stuffed animals? She lines them up. Then walks away from them.
No goodbye.
She's done pretending.
She takes her brother's old black jackets. Big shirts. Hoodies. Loose pants.
She makes a new corner in her closet —
All black.
Her new world.
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Flashback – That One Moment of Hope
A memory flashes:
Shuyi once wore a sky-blue dress on her birthday.
She had waited at the stairs for hours.
Waiting for someone to say, "Happy Birthday."
No one remembered.
No one looked.
She sat by herself on the stairs till the sky turned orange.
That was the day her smile died.
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Night – A Cold Goodbye
She walks to the trash bin.
Drops the last pink clip inside.
The sound is soft—
But to her, it's louder than thunder.
Kim Shuyi is no longer a baby.
She's something else now.
Something cold.
Something built from loneliness.
She stands by the mirror again in all black.
And this time, she doesn't look sad.
She looks done.
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Final Scene – Inner Monologue
Her voice echoes quietly in her mind:
"They'll never love me.
So I won't need them.
They didn't kill me.
They created something they can't understand."
She lies down on the floor again, not the bed.
Arms crossed. Eyes wide open.
No tears.
Just silence.
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End of Episode 5.
Pink is gone.
Love is over.
Shuyi is becoming untouchable.
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This is no ordinary childhood.
This is what happens when the people who should love you… break you.
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K-Drama: Complicated
Episode 6: A Child with No Childhood
Kim Shuyi – Age: 2
She doesn't cry.
She doesn't smile.
She just survives.
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Early Morning – The Color of Hatred
Shuyi wakes up with the sound of laughter. Not hers.
Her sister is laughing with their mother outside her room.
She pulls her blanket back and steps down. Her black hoodie is crumpled but she doesn't fix it. She doesn't care.
She walks to the window and sees it:
Her sister is wearing a bright pink dress. The same shade Shuyi used to wear.
Her mother says to her sister:
"You look like a doll! So beautiful."
Those words.
They stab something deep inside Shuyi.
She whispers under her breath:
"I hate that color."
And she means it. She hates what it represents.
Love she never got. Smiles never given to her. Attention that was never hers.
She shuts the curtain without looking again.
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Breakfast – A Task No Child Deserves
Everyone is eating.
Shuyi stands quietly in the corner. She's not allowed to sit with them. Not unless she's "useful."
The maid is missing today.
So her mother turns to her —
A 2-year-old girl in an oversized hoodie, hair messy from sleep.
Mother: "You're not doing anything. Clean the dishes."
Everyone goes quiet.
Brother: "She's just a baby—"
Mother (cold): "She can walk, talk, and breathe. She can wash a few plates."
Shuyi looks at her mother for a second.
Then walks to the kitchen.
Silently.
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The Sink – A Child's Hands in Cold Water
She climbs onto a small stool near the sink.
Her tiny hands grip the heavy dish.
Water is too cold.
Soap gets into her eyes.
She still says nothing.
She drops a spoon. It clatters.
Mother (from the other room): "If you break anything, I'll break you."
Shuyi's small shoulders freeze. But she doesn't cry.
She finishes the dishes. Every single one.
Her fingertips are wrinkled. Red.
She dries them on her hoodie.
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Afternoon – More Than Just Dishes
It doesn't end.
She's told to wipe the table, fold clothes, bring tea, and clean her brother's shoes.
All in silence.
All without mistake.
When she spills just one drop of water from the tray—
Mother: SLAP!
Her face jerks sideways. She falls.
The floor is cold. Her cheek is red. The tea spills.
Mother (furious): "Get up! Even the maid isn't this stupid!"
Shuyi lies still for five seconds.
Then slowly gets up. Picks up the cup. Mops the floor with her sleeve.
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Later – The Mirror and the Bruise
Back in her room, she looks into the mirror. There's a slight bruise on her cheek.
She touches it lightly.
Then picks up a pink scarf that was lying on the chair.
She walks to the window.
Ties the pink scarf to a stick, and throws it into the trash from her window.
"I'll never touch pink again."
From that moment on, even the color makes her sick.
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Evening – Alone in the Corner
The family is watching a movie. The lights are dimmed. Snacks are passed around.
Shuyi is sitting on the floor in the far corner. No blanket. No cushion. No voice.
Her brother tries to hand her a chip.
Mother glares at him.
He pulls his hand back.
Shuyi watches them laugh.
She doesn't move. Doesn't blink.
Only her fingers twitch in her hoodie sleeve.
Her sister leans into their mother.
Mother: "At least I have one good daughter."
Those words.
They echo.
Shuyi lowers her head and says quietly in her mind:
"Then I won't be your daughter at all."
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Flashback – A Silent Promise
Late at night, when she was just learning to walk, she once held her mother's hand and smiled.
Her mother pulled away like she was disgusted.
"Don't cling to me like that," she said.
That moment plays again in her head.
And it burns.
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Final Scene – Becoming Ice
Shuyi takes her last soft toy. The one she still hadn't thrown away.
She walks outside to the garden.
The night is cold.
She places it under the black rose bush.
And walks away.
No more softness.
No more dreams.
From now on:
Only black.
Only silence.
Only herself.
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End of Episode 6.
At two years old, Kim Shuyi isn't a child anymore.
She's a shadow in her own home.
She was never loved—so she's learning to live without it.
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K-Drama: Complicated
Episode 7: "No One Cares If I'm Small"
Kim Shuyi – Age: 2
Not loved. Not held.
Only used.
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Scene 1: Morning Silence
5:30 AM.
Most children are sleeping.
But Kim Shuyi is already awake.
She doesn't need an alarm anymore.
Her body just… knows.
She brushes her own teeth, stands on a stool to splash water on her face, and combs her own tangled hair. Her eyes are heavy. Her hands are tiny. But there's no one else who will do it for her.
She tiptoes out of her room.
No one says good morning.
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Scene 2: The List
On the fridge, there's a list in her mother's handwriting:
Sweep the floor
Wipe the table
Wash breakfast plates
Fold laundry
Feed the cat
Arrange books in study
No mistakes
She stares at it, unable to read all the words…
But she already knows the list by heart.
She doesn't question it.
She just picks up the broom—twice her size—and begins.
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Scene 3: Working on Toes
She sweeps every corner of the house, one hand dragging the broom, the other holding her balance.
Dust makes her cough, but she hides it.
She sneezes quietly into her sleeve.
Then she climbs onto the kitchen counter to wipe it.
She can't reach the far corner, so she stretches dangerously.
Her foot slips—
CLANG!
A glass bowl falls and shatters.
She freezes.
Footsteps. Heavy. Rushed.
Mother storms in.
Her eyes are wild.
Mother: "Useless. You can't even do this without ruining something."
Shuyi lowers her head.
SLAP.
Her lip splits. Just a little. She doesn't flinch.
She bends down, picks up every shard with her bare fingers.
A piece cuts her thumb. Blood trickles. Still, she doesn't stop.
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Scene 4: Breakfast for the Princess
Shuyi's sister walks into the kitchen, yawning like royalty.
Sister: "I want strawberry milk."
Mother: "Shuyi! Did you hear that?"
The 2-year-old nods and opens the fridge. She reaches up, grabs the milk, pours it slowly, carefully.
One drop spills on the counter.
Mother: "Clean it again. I don't want to see a single stain."
Shuyi wipes the drop with a napkin. Then passes the glass to her sister, who takes it without looking at her.
No "thank you." No smile. Nothing.
Shuyi quietly moves on to the laundry.
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Scene 5: Folding Mountains
The laundry pile is taller than her.
She folds clothes one by one, perfectly.
Not like a child.
Like a machine.
She folds her father's shirt. Her brother's pants. Her sister's glittery top.
And when she folds her own clothes… the stack is so small.
Two black shirts. One hoodie. A pair of ripped jeans.
That's all she has now.
That's all she wears.
No pink. No dresses. No soft.
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Scene 6: Lunch Orders
Mother: "Set the table."
Brother: "Where's my charger?"
Father: "Why's my towel wet?"
Sister: "I need my hairbrush. Now!"
Shuyi doesn't say a word.
She runs from room to room. Her legs are tired. Her heart even more.
She slips on the wet floor once. Hits her knee. Bleeds.
No one notices.
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Scene 7: Her One Small Rebellion
In the evening, her mother throws a pink hair clip on her bed.
Mother: "Wear this tomorrow. I'm tired of your weird tomboy phase."
Shuyi picks it up.
She looks at it.
Then walks outside.
There's a drain near the garden.
She opens it and throws the clip inside.
It sinks.
Gone.
She whispers, coldly:
"I said no."
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Scene 8: Nightfall – More Chores, More Silence
It's almost midnight. Everyone's asleep.
Shuyi is still awake. Cleaning the dining table. Wiping it again and again.
She's so tired, she almost leans her head down to rest.
But she stops herself.
"They'll yell again."
She stares at the clean table.
Her own reflection stares back.
A child with dry lips, heavy eyes, and not one drop of love in her life.
She walks to her bed. It's cold.
No one tucks her in.
She pulls the blanket over her head.
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Last Scene: Her First Real Thought
In the dark, under the blanket, she thinks:
"What would happen if I disappeared?"
She doesn't know the answer.
But she's starting to believe…
No one would notice.
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End of Episode 7
Kim Shuyi is no longer "just a 2-year-old."
She's a servant. A shadow.
And still, no one sees her.
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