Even If The World Is Ruined, I Will Live In Cheongsan
001. The last of the snow had almost melted away. The mountains, green again, looked as if they’d slipped into a pretty spring outfit. Fresh shoots poked up where the snow had been. Birdsong announced the season, the wind carried the smell of grass, and squirrels hopped from branch to branch—nature showing off at every turn. But th...
001. The last of the snow had almost melted away. The mountains, green again, looked as if they’d slipped into a pretty spring outfit. Fresh shoots poked up where the snow had been. Birdsong announced the season, the wind carried the smell of grass, and squirrels hopped from branch to branch—nature showing off at every turn. But the guy slogging up the steep trail had no time to enjoy any of it. “Haah… huff…” Sticks for arms and legs, a belly that stuck out—classic couch-potato build. Gobyungha, twenty-five this year, had never been the sporty type, and to him this climb was closer to torture than exercise. It was early spring, but the cold snap still bit hard. Even a breeze scented with grass could chill you to the bone, yet Byungha was already drenched in sweat. Dad, you really were some
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